She remembered one of her therapists saying Anger is pain in a party mask. It had seemed wise at the time… — James S. A. Corey
She remembered one of her therapists saying Anger is pain in a party mask. It had seemed wise at the time. She wasn’t sure if she agreed with it anymore. Maybe anger was a scab over a wound, or maybe it was what happened when the universe spun you so hard that you lost everything. Or maybe it was just a thing that welled up in you when you found yourself lying sleepless in the dark of a prison work camp with no idea what your future might be or if your past mattered.
p. 311Source: Wikiquote · CC BY-SA 4.0
More from this book
He had a brief but vivid memory of being seven years old at his grandmother’s vineyard in Nortcoor, looking into the night sky and seeing it for the first time as infinity towering above him like God, only worse because it was real.
p. 60
The end-of-year celebration was different. It was a nested series of lies. A minefield scattered with gold nuggets, opportunity and disaster in visibly mingled.
p. 9
“You know what this is. This is a sign.”
“A sign,” he said.
“The tools we needed to take on our new project, given to us exactly when we needed them. It’s the universe telling us that Ostencour’s plan is the right thing to do.”
“Or the natural playing out of consequences,” Campar said, trying for lightness. “Hard to tell those apart sometimes.”
p. 342
