Awkward Puppets Quotes

At first only Tamarind had noticed the awkward, disquieting way his expressions changed, as if a puppeteer were pulling wires to move his face muscles, and doing it rather badly. Nowadays she saw the fear in everybody’s eyes. Her brother was going out of tune like an old piano, and nobody would come to retune his strings. Dukes and kings may go mad at their leisure, for nobody has enough power to stop them.

You leave so much behind to do this," I said awkward, thinking of his tools, his half-finished puppets, even the plants growing inside by the window. Despite myself, I felt responsabile for it. Perhaps it was because I was glad that I was not going on alone. He glanced over me and shrugged. "I take myself with me. That's all I truly need, or own.

Why do you care so much?” Rambo asked. Vic blinked. “What do you mean?” “You found him,” Rambo said. “And you’re trying to fix him. You did the same for me and Nurse Ratched. Why?” Vic shrugged awkwardly. “I don’t know. It’s just…” Nurse Ratched beeped. “It is as Gio said. Searching for a connection. Making something out of nothing so the spaces between us do not seem so far.

Why do you care so much?” Rambo asked. Vic blinked. “What do you mean?” “You found him,” Rambo said. “And you’re trying to fix him. You did the same for me and Nurse Ratched. Why?” Vic shrugged awkwardly. “I don’t know. It’s just…” Nurse Ratched beeped. “It is as Gio said. Searching for a connection. Making something out of nothing so the spaces between us do not seem so far.” “Are you going to connect with him?” Rambo asked. Vic felt his face grow hot. “That’s not—I’m not trying to—” He closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm, breathing in and out. “I just want to make things better. You deserved it. Nurse Ratched deserved it. He does too. If we can fix what’s broken, we should always try.” “Why?” Rambo asked. Vic chose his words carefully, trying to find the right ones in the right order. “Because all beings deserve a chance to find out what life could be when they don’t have to serve others.

It was a language he had learned too late for it to come naturally to him. He would always speak the language of the heart with an awkward foreign accent. The