Quotes from Ann Napolitano

the only reason for time is so everything doesn't happen at

Since death is certain, but the time of death is uncertain, what is the most important thing?

When I'm with you, I feel fixed.

When she's anxious, she replays moments from her life, perhaps to convince herself that she has a history.

When in doubt, read books," Principal Arundhi says. He speaks quickly, as if worried this might be his last opportunity to share his thoughts. "Educate yourself. Education has always saved me, Edward. Learn about the mysteries.

Fatherhood, is for him, one jolt of terror after another.

I'd never seen that kind of love in person. My parents loved each other, but badly, and they were miserable. So were all the other couples in my neighborhood. Have you ever actually seen that kind of love?" William shook his head. He had married out of fear, because he didn't think he was capable of steering himself into adulthood. He'd needed Julia to be his parent more than his

He knows the loss of Jordan will remain with him forever, even as Edward slowly leaves his parents behind. He was supposed to grow up and leave his mom and dad, after all, just like he will leave John and Lacey in the fall when he goes to college. That is part of the natural order. Edward wasn't supposed to leave Jordan, though. They were meant to age together. That loss continues to be spiked with pain; it will never be soothed.

Edward. It lives under your skin. It's not going away. It's part of you and will be part of you every moment until you die. What you've been working on, since the first time I met you, is learning to live with that.

I'm sorry it didn't work out," Linda says. Florida smiles at the girl. "Everything ends," she says. "That's nothing to be sad about. What matters is what starts in that moment.

Arts and crafts turn out to be surprisingly enjoyable; there's something calming about sitting next to Shay in front of an assortment of glue sticks, pipe cleaners, markers, and googly eyes, with the freedom to create something ugly.

Do you know our chicken schedule? Because we have a chicken schedule. We eat fried chicken on Mondays, roasted chicken on Wednesdays, and barbecued chicken breasts on Fridays. It never varies.

It was the reason neither Florida nor any of her friends could afford health insurance—the industry had nothing to do with providing healthcare; it was designed to extract the maximum amount of money from each person.

I want you to understand that there can't be information about you—that is true—that you don't already know. Your life takes place in your skin. No one else knows a goddamn thing, and the Internet is full of cowboys and sad people making stuff up.

Popular Mechanics article entitled "What Really Happened Aboard Air France 447

Waters? A little sunshine never did anyone any harm.

The Taking of MH370.

The two boys lead the way down the hall. There are windows in this corridor, and the skyscrapers of New York City are visible in the distance—man-made mountains of steel and glass piercing a blue sky. Jane and Bruce can't help but locate the spot where the Twin Towers used to be, the same way the tongue finds the hole where a tooth was pulled. Their sons, who were both toddlers when the towers fell, accept the skyline as it is.

Sylvie aced the classes she was interested in but got C's or D's in everything else. Julia had operated her determination like a lawn mower and mowed through high school with the next step in her sights.

I'm not saying you have to be vegan," Jordan says, perhaps picking up on his father's melancholy. "If you want to continue to make animals suffer unnecessarily, be my guest.

always be one of her great joys that her father had said this to her and that she was able to delight him by paraphrasing one of his favorite poems: "We are not contained between our hats and boots." And then Mrs. DiPietro had come outside with their bags, and the father and daughter had walked home, their arms touching, molecules dancing between them, and the stars turning on like tiny lightbulbs in the evening sky.

What happened is baked into your bones, Edward. It lives under your skin. It's not going away. It's part of you and will be a part of you every moment until you die. What you've been working on, since the first time I met you, is learning to live with that.

She's that magic, shimmering age—he guesses 27—when a woman has one foot in youth and one in adulthood.

he's telling the kids to help others when they need help, and to accept help when they need it themselves.