Gabrielle Zevin Quotes

I'm allergic to sad memories. It's the worst.

If you are going to forgive a person, Liz decides, it is best to do it sooner rather than later. Later, Liz knows from experience, could be sooner than you thought.

It's when you don't need something that you tend to lose it.

What were you like," I asked her. "we're you happy? Or were you smiling because they told you to?

The casualities seemed to go on and on. Just when I thought I was done losing her, I would find yet another way to love her all over again.

Well, for one, you have to remember not to scream. Once you have their attention, whispering is much more effective. Screaming ghosts scare people, you know

Betty inhales sharply, 'It's just I thought I had lost you forever.' Oh, Betty, don't you know there's no such thing as forever?

Sometimes books don't find us until the right time.

There is no difference in quality between a life lived forward and a life lived backwards, she thinks. She had come to love this backward life. It was, after all, the only life she had.

It's sad when you think about it, but also kind of beautiful.

I know you did, lass. You're the toughest girl I know." "'Lass'? Where did that come from?" "I don't know. I just felt the urge to call you that.

Maybe if I'd been braver in that moment, I would have cried.

I don't think I would have minded you being the keeper of my secrets.

The truth is, sometimes too much can happen in a relationship, and then there's nothing anyone can do or say. It's broken.

There's a strange sort of quiet when you're dying. It's as if you're in a glass room, and the walls keep getting thicker and thicker.

"I accept your condemnation," I said.

He kissed me, though not in a sexy way. Gentle. Tender.

My brain said no. But my heart!

He told me that love was the only thing that really mattered in the world.

Hi there," squeaked a precocious little voice, "you are speaking to Chloe Fusakawa, and I have just learned how to answer the phone.

And I was crying for gravity. It had sent me down the stairs, and I'd thought that meant something, but maybe it was just the direction that all things tend to flow.

Sometimes things seem so unbearable in the middle of the night, don't they? In the middle of the night, we're all such children.

i've made room for you, she said. if you want it, there's room.

Daddy once said, "If you don't know what you believe, Annie, you'll be a lost soul.

But then again maybe "I will" is nicer. It has a future in it.

Before I liked to write, I liked to type. I remember visiting my grandmother Adele in Ponce Inlet, Florida, when I was three years old, and she had an IBM electric typewriter.

When I was around eight, I learned how to touch-type at school, and I received a computer as a present. I started writing plays, and for many years I thought I would be a playwright.

A question I’ve thought about a great deal is why it is so much easier to write about the things we dislike/hate/acknowledge to be flawed than the things we love.

You tell a kid he doesn't like to read, and he'll believe you

Violence should not always beget more violence.

"I shouldn't have done that," I said. That was when I kissed him again. May God forgive me for this and all these things I've done.

It wasn't even 8:00 yet. Pretty early for such deep thoughts.

It was a nice day, and I don't mean that it was sunny either. It was humid and not too cool, like winter was getting annoyed with itself and wanted it to be spring just as much as everyone else.

It is a lie that people who love each other must know everything about each other. Love must occasionally allow for a gap.

Daddy always said that an option that you know to have a bad outcome is only a fool's option, i.e., not an option at all. And I liked to think that Daddy hadn't raised a fool.

My beautiful Win. I wanted to kiss him on every last broken place, but his mother and my lawyer were there. So, instead I started to cry.

Should have. Would have. Could have. Didn't.

In life, Jane reflected, the most interesting things tend to happen when you're on your way to do something else.

Covers matter. In my experience, a different cover can make you think you're reading an entirely different book.

Daddy always said the only thing worth begging for was your life, but maybe he was wrong. Maybe sometimes your love is a little bit worth begging for, too.

I let myself feel good and sorry for myself, but only for a second. Daddy always said that the most useless of all human emotions was self-pity.

In a way, whoever you know in a certain place defines that place for you.

Oh," says Owen, "but I would have, you know." "I know you would have," says Liz, "and knowing you would have is nearly as good.

I met a travler from an ancient land.

...an irresistible of why we read and why we love.We are not quite novels.We are not quite short stories.In the end, we are collected works.

There's a difference between being alive and living.

If this were a novel, I'd stop reading right now. I'd throw it across the room.

They had only ever discussed books but what, in this life, is more personal than books?

A place is not really a place without a bookstore.

And then, despite the fact that A. J. does not believe in God, he closes his eyes and thanks whomever, the higher power, with all his porcupine heart.