Quotes from Laura Ruby

Roza plucked the cherry from the top of her sundae, dangled it in front of Finn. "You see bee girl.

That seemed to be the most horrible thing of all, that you could lose something so precious to you, something you loved, and still go on.

in the soil too fat and happy, the praying mantises too pious and too plentiful

That was his problem, you see, staying in love. When you fall in love as quickly as Gaspare did, when you can be swayed by the merest hint of feeling, the merest hitch in the blood, you can fall out of love just as fast - with places, with jobs, with women.

Hell didn't burn. And the only devils to be found were the ones you find on earth, and there were too many of those, and they looked like everybody else.

Hell didn't burn. And the only devils to be found were the ones you find on earth, and there were too many of those, and they looked like everybody else. Hell, though. Hell was empty. Hell was nowhere. A dead silent plain of echoes and dust and empty arms rocking. Of dead boys shot down over vast, cold oceans. Where people didn't even care enough about you to hate you. Where the people who'd promised to love you forgot your name. Hell was cold. The coldest place in the universe.

Don't mind her," Mel explained. "She's just worried about Finn." Petey tossed her wild hair. "Who says I'm worried?" Mel pressed a palm to her forehead. "Anyone want to adopt a couple of teenagers?" "They're all yours, Sweet Melissa," a man said." "Groovy," said Mel.

I know you didn't have much time with Sam. And it isn't fair. But that doesn't mean it was any less real. That's something to hold on to, so hold on to it" -Loretta

least, that's what it looked like. A roped-off room in a castle somewhere, a room made entirely of blocks of stone, icy and cold, even though a fire burned low in the hearth. A room where doomed queens went to die.

But a pretty face is just a lucky accident. Pretty can't feed you. And you'll never be pretty enough for some people.

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

Charlie himself had had many homes, going so far back that he only had the vaguest, haziest memories of them. A man, even a man like Charlie Valentine, had limited room for memories, and the new ones kept kicking the old ones out, the way slang replaces the proper names for this or for that, cheapening the nouns and the verbs until they were barely recognizable.

You use what moves you.

When you think about it, building this fence is crazy. Animals will keep climbing over it, or under it, or chewing their way through it. All kinds of animals. Maybe even some we didn't know existed.

Frankie put her hand to her middle again. I remembered doing that, remembered when the feelings were so strong they turned your insides to a frothing stew" -Guardian

despair, he left that farm and came to Bone Gap when it was a huge expanse of empty fields, drawn here by the grass and the bees and the strange sensation that this was a magical place, that the bones of the world were a little looser here, double-jointed, twisting back on themselves, leaving spaces one could slip into and hide.

There had been little hurts and big ones and she could hardly tell them apart, and it all sounded crazy anyway.

I'd gotten lucky too, if that was the word for it. if I hadn't been watching Frankie at the orphanage, if I hadn't followed her for so long, maybe I would never have met Marguerite, maybe I never would have remembered myself, come back to myself, rewritten my own story. The door to heaven didn't open up for me, but not everyone was that kind of angel" -Pearl

Everything felt both huge and small, as if the plane were hanging from a string held by the hands of gods.

A man, even a man like Charlie Valentine, had limited room for memories, and the new ones kept kicking the old ones out, the way slang replaces the proper names for this or for that, cheapening the nouns and verbs until they were barely recognizable.

No one is ever ready for something like this. You don't do it because you're ready. You do it because you're weary. And I am weary. I have been weary for too long.

tired of everyone believing they knew everything there was to know about him, as if a person never grew, a person never changed, a person was born a weird and dreamy little kid with too-red lips and stayed that way forever just to keep things simple for everyone else.

I think NOT!" Aunt Esther bellowed, and

It was delicious, his horror. She wanted to see it up close. She wanted to eat it.