Connor Price Quotes

There is something in us, as storytellers and as listeners to stories, that demands the redemptive act, that demands that what falls at least be offered the chance to be restored. The reader of today looks for this motion, and rightly so, but what he has forgotten is the cost of it. His sense of evil is diluted or lacking altogether, and so he has forgotten the price of restoration. When he reads a novel, he wants either his sense tormented or his spirits raised. He wants to be transported, instantly, either to mock damnation or a mock innocence.

Tell her this. I will help, but my help comes at a price. She must bring me her daughter’s most precious possession, and she must bring it herself. When she has done this, I will do what I can for her.

Modern medicine is no miracle. There is yet no money to be made in ridding the world of disease. We may have come a long way from the old ways of corruption and greed in the mega-corporations of the early millennium, but mankind has not yet evolved into a civilization capable of surviving on cyclical charity. I used to think this fair, used to think this a price worth paying for the treatments and tools we do have at our fingertips. After watching the Stormweaver rise these last years, however, I am forced to consider just how many great talents and brilliant minds our species has sacrificed over the centuries to illness and disease we ‘couldn’t be bothered’ to address…

She owned a small shop, but anything I needed, Elise could make it happen in half the time anyone else did, and at a decent price. “Everything okay? You seem a little on edge,” I said as she helped me load the baby Jacaranda trees in the back of my Chevy. Her raven-dark hair was piled up in a bun on top of her head, and she just looked tired. “Yeah, I’m just... redoing my website, hoping it’ll bring in more business. I just don’t know how to pimp it up.” “I could give you a testimonial. Or better yet, you could include the pictures from the Murieta project.” That was the one I won the Best Garden award for. Her eyes widened. “Are you sure? I don’t want to steal your laurels.” “You’re not stealing anything,

From the first moment Emily held Connor in her arms, she loved him. He was dear to her, dear not just in the sense of cherished, but also in its older, forgotten meaning, the one that people didn't use often. Dear as in costly. Something that came at a high price. Whatever the price, Emily would pay it.