How many of those ancient points of light were the last echoes of suns now dead? How many had been born but their light not yet come this far? If all the suns but ours collapsed tonight, how many lifetimes would it take us to realize that we were alone?
- Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs
Excuse me, we were wondering what your intentions might be, vis a vis eating us.
- Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs
(Source: citymunkie)