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“How could I explain why I'd acted that way? How could I explain how scary it was, to find out that I needed her so much? Was I supposed to tell her how she'd changed everything? Like how U hadn't even realized how bad I felt until she'd made it better, just by looking at me. Like how I thought she was awesome, bad-ass ninja, and what I hated was the fact that I knew I couldn't protect her, when that's all I wanted to do. How could I explain, without sounding like a complete asshole, that I was so afraid of losing her I pushed her away?

I couldn't.”
― Susan Bischoff, Heroes 'Til Curfew

“ "Crazy," he muttered softly, "how much I need you."
Crazy, how something like that can feel like a kick in the chest, can hurt that much, can suck all the air right out of your body for a moment. And at the same time, settle over you, around you, so soft and warm and sweet, that you think nothing can ever be as good as this one moment.
Crazy.
That I can love you.
This much.”
― Susan Bischoff, Heroes 'Til Curfew

“Tim and Raine are coming in."
"Are they insane?"
"Apparently.”
― Susan Bischoff, Heroes 'Til Curfew

“"Joss"
"What?"
"What?" Dylan asked back.
"You just said my name."
"No I didn't"
"Sorry that was me."
I sat up, banging my head on the roof. "Who is that?"
"Hey, stay down here where the air is good, okay?" Dylan pulled me gently back down. "Hows your head?"
"Not good, I think."
"Um, okay, so you here me. Heather's right, you do think loud. I mean, I've never heard you before, but my Talent seems to be a lot more selective than her's. But now that she's got me turned in to you-"
"Who are you?"
"It's still me, Marshall. It's Dylan. I'm right here."
"My name's Joel."
"Joel?"
"Joss, what are you talking about?" He took my face in his hands. "Who's Joel?"
"The voice in my head, I guess."
"Jesus.”
― Susan Bischoff, Heroes 'Til Curfew

“Bleeding from the ear. Oh Jesus, God. That was on the list for not applying pressure. But what did that mean? I couldn't remember. Couldn't think.
"Is he okay?"
"You dropped a two-hundred pound log on his head!" I screamed at Nathan. The air shuddered around us; the building itself seeming to tremble.
"I didn't mean-"
"Shut up, man," Marco said, swatting at Nathan's arm. "Joss, you need to calm the fuck down."
"Calm down? Calm down?!" Energy pulsed around us, hot, thick, pricking at my eyes. Above, lights flickered, dimmed. A bulb shattered somewhere, and glass came tinkling down.”
― Susan Bischoff, Heroes 'Til Curfew

“You know, you guys have been dancing around each other for so long you could cut the sexual tension with a knife. It's a wonder you didn't rip each other's clothes off the minute you got over yourselves and got together."
"For crissakes, Heather.”
― Susan Bischoff, Heroes 'Til Curfew

“I suddenly felt the way Cinderella might have felt if she hadn’t had that convenient midnight curfew: my feet were hurting, my hair was slipping free from its pins, and my makeup was getting all smudged from sweat. I was unbelievably tired, undeniably depressed, and I just wanted charming.”
― J.M. Richards, Tall, Dark Streak of Lightning

“Why are people okay with not walking?
Does Father not miss his daily walks to the shrine and his shop?
What about Mother and her long walk to her parents' home?
Does Bobeh not get bored now that she can't kill time watching people walk on the streets?
What happened to my sister who lived her life outside; going to college with her friends, walking long distances to make umpteen visits to her tailor?
I miss playing hopscotch on the streets.
I miss walking in the courtyards and the run to buy kyencza.
Why can't I play hide-and-seek in with Mogli's daughter in our courtyard again?
Who walks in the by-lanes, on the bridges, outside the school?
Who can walk to the bakeries?
These are not built for walking.”
― Farah Bashir, Rumours of Spring: A Girlhood in Kashmir

“Just think of a safe location."
"Are there tennis balls in the soup?"
"Come on, be serious."
"A pear camping highway fire mask," he said, more intensely.
My heart rate, which had finally started slowing, sped up again.”
― Susan Bischoff, Heroes 'Til Curfew

“The AIDS pandemic forced humans to cover their genitals with condoms. The COVID-19 pandemic is forcing them to put on masks. It is as if many people weren’t already going through life putting on a million masks and changing them based on convenience and self-interest. It is as if countless humans on this planet weren’t already forced to keep their mouths shut and endure the misfortunes imposed on them by the ‘fortunateâ€� few. I wonder which body part we will be forced to cover next. I wonder if, in the first place, all of this is happening because our eyes were covered all along. Are we heading to a time when staying safe becomes akin to a death sentence with stay of execution?”
― Louis Yako

“Deed of the virtuous, dead and buried
World under curfew, solitary
My love never peaked now my soul is weak
Leaving reality dimmed and blurry

Imagination wild, Johnny Lennon
Speaking up my mind, taste my venom
Blinded by the lies, eyes in lemon
Paradise I will find, Day of Judgement”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Letter 19