York The Shadow Cipher Quotes

Is your work finished or is it just due?

They think they're the only ones who understand the real truth about the world, and that it's everyone else who's been tricked. . . . The biggest problem we have is that people like to fool themselves into thinking that they could never be fooled.

The therapist her parents brought her to see liked Tess to do a lot of drawings. . . . He said, "It's interesting that you drew yourself with this little golden crown on your head. What does the crown mean to you?" "That's not a crown," she'd told him. "That's a nimbus of outrage.

Who are you today?” her mom asked. “Isn’t it obvious?” “Not to anyone over the age of seven.” “I’m a ballerina-spy-deathmetalhead.” “Lovely,” said her mother.

The energy of young people powers the world. You are smart, Theo. More than that, you are curious, and that will carry you.

It was as if everyone was a Cipher. You could look for keys and clues, but you might never figure them out.

the church had three burial sites—the churchyard at Wall Street and Broadway, the Trinity Church

older movie they’d seen many times about a guy who finds out his life is not really a life, but some sort of computer-generated virtual reality, and he has to save the world from the tyranny of the machines.

And Jaime would say, "I am getting ready for my next beginning.

Also, the city did sleep, but it slept the way a cat does, eyes half open, watchful, ready to spring at the first sign of fun, or danger.

I’m a lady and these are my lady bites.” “Mouth closed, please. No one needs to witness your mastication process,” said Tess’s father,

That's way too adorable," Tess said. "You keep saying that coincidences are adorable when I don't see how one has anything to do with the other," Theo said. "Koala-pandas are adorable." "You're adorable," Tess said. Jaime said, "I'm thinking it's a little adorable, too. Cuddly, at least." "You're hurting my head," said Theo.

(Therapist:) "It's interesting that you drew yourself with this little golden crown on your head. What does the crown mean to you?" "That's not a crown," she told him. "That's a nimbus of outrage.

How would an advertisement for minions read? ‘Have you ever been told your smile makes people uncomfortable? Does your voice sound like a dentist’s drill? Does your gaze cause others to break out in hives? Have you misplaced your moral compass?’ “Tess, are you okay?” Jamie asked. Right. She wasn't alone in the elevator.

He had been in this city for barely a fortnight and had concluded it was teeming with ruffians, murderers, and thieves. That he himself was a murderer and a thief was beside the point.

The true story of any city is never a single tale; it’s a vast collection of stories with many different heroes. But most storytellers believe that theirs is the only true story and that they are the only true heroes.