Elatsoe Quotes

Maybe, sometimes, wants felt like needs. Because the alternative hurt too bad.

It's hard to know that you're flying too high until the feathers start dropping.

Ellie scrutinized her memories of Trevor. There were no clues, no warnings, that hinted at his violent death. If lives were books, his final chapter came too soon and belonged to a different genre.

People don't give animals enough credit sometimes. Or maybe they give humans too much credit.

...You can bring a guest to the wedding, but nobody too weird. I get that you're asexual, so, like, it can be a friend or zucchini or...' She trailed off, sounding a bit uncertain. "Yeah. Just. Nobody my parents would hate. They already don't like the groom.' 'Cool. Does my dog count as too weird?

Dead or alive, dogs could skip from deep-nap-unconscious to awake-and-ready-for-anything almost instantaneously. She envied their skill.

She'd say his name and tell his story. Maybe, someday, he'd follow the words home.

tradition accommodated the adaptable nature of humankind.

She's say his name and tell his story. Maybe, someday, he'd follow the words home.

To dwell on death, especially a premature and violent end, burdens the soul.

Even if most of the urban legends were fictitious, Ellie had a ghost dog companion. When it came to strange stuff, she could not be too open-minded.

It doesn’t make any difference if you crush just one insect. The swarm will devour your home.

Judging by the gossip Ellie had overheard in the mall earlier that week, evil scarecrows were becoming a pest. Probably spreading with fields of monoculture corn and soy crops. The formerly diverse scare stories of the prairie were being replaced by repetitive encounters with straw-filled bodies and dead, button eyes.

People cope with tragedy in different ways. That's important, Ellie. There's no one right method of grieving. He... how do I explain the way loss changed him? Besides the way his grades dropped. Besides the fair-weather friends he lost. I noticed a change in his eyes. Like he now review the world as the place that stole his father.

Dungeon B,” he said. “It’s infested by meddling kids and their ghost. We need an exorcist, too.

Car accidents killed or injured more teens than any other cause, including curses and slippery bathroom floors.

Wait!” Ellie grabbed her father’s hand. “Be sneaky.” “Of course. Give me some credit. I’ve read hundreds of spy novels. Hundreds.

A packet of brightly colored tessellations...

elderly vampires needed fresh blood; the bagged stuff turned their stomachs.

There were no broken hearts.

Everyone loves pill-bugs. They're the insect version of hedgehogs. (in Elatsoe)

Everyone loves pill-bugs. They're the insect version of hedgehogs.

Come on," Elli said, "Trevor, people aren't insects." "Yeah," he said," They're much worse.

Only one kind of monster uses guns.

Have we met before? I meet so many people. It's hard to remember every face. Sometimes, I see a stranger that makes me feel something. So I think: maybe this is not really a stranger.

People hurt things that frighten them.

Maybe, to ghost dogs, emotions resembled radio signals, and the signals were strong when they belonged to a loved one.