Quotes from Ann Napolitano

I'm a writer," Jane says. "I have a habit, I guess, where I see all the possibilities in a situation. No matter what, there's always at least one that's terrifying.

He closes his eyes for a second, and Edward sees the lines of pain on Gary's face; they're the same lines—carved by loss—that engrave Edward's whole self, and the boy shudders in recognition.

He nods. Jordan was given the series as a birthday gift and then had the idea to take the books out of the library as well, so he and his brother could read them at the same time. They lay in their bunks for hours, for several weeks on end, mowing through one book after another. Jordan would call out from the top bunk: Holy cow, Eddie, are you on page 202 yet?

When your love for a person is so profound that it's part of who you are, then the absence of the person becomes part of your DNA, your bones, and your skin.

No one had ever wanted him before. He wished he could take her in his arms, in front of her sisters

My camp counselor won't even let me read during lunch. She says it's because reading is antisocial, but I think it's because she's actually Joseph Goebbels." "Who's that?" "Nazi. Burned books.

wouldn't have done that to you"—Edward looks at his uncle and then over at Shay; this applies to her too—"because I know what it's like to be left behind.

Dying on your couch watching TV by yourself is a tragedy. Dying while doing something you love with every part of your body is magic.

for a person is so profound that it's part of who you are, then the absence of the person becomes part of your DNA, your bones,

And in part because there are so many kids, they run the schools like factories, or, dare I say, jails. You're put in lines, moved when the bells ring, allowed to run around in a high-fenced yard once a day. None of this is conducive to deep thinking or creativity. You start to go deep into a subject, and a bell rings to pull you out of it.

In the moonlight, though, the pain is revealed to be love. The emotions are entwined; they are the two sides of the same gleaming coin.

Catholicism succeeded because it kept its parishioners feeling guilty and therefore in the pews every Sunday,

He looks down at his busted legs, to avoid seeing the lethal sky.

she wouldn't offer this girl any drugs. Linda's uptight too, but in a disheveled way. Her wires are crossed and split and her energy flow is a mess. Psychedelics would just loosen her death grip on normalcy, and seconds later she'd be screaming, naked, in the street.

As the plane nears 2,000 feet, the aircraft's sensors detect the fast-approaching surface and trigger a new alarm. There's no time left to build up speed by pushing the plane's nose forward into a dive. The pilot: "This can't be happening!" "But what's happening?" "Ten degrees of pitch…" Exactly 1.4 seconds later, the cockpit voice recorder stops.

She knew what mattered. She knew, at a deeper level each time, that what mattered was love. But love was what she had misread, mistaken, and misplaced in this life.

If you are furious, and you've exhausted your reasoned argument but still want to get a powerful emotion across, then you might say, Fuck you. What I object to is the use of these impactful words as fillers, such as when people say, What the fuck are you doing? That's lazy. How is fuck helping that particular sentence

Mrs. Cox had also texted him on his birthday to say that

The sky, as if taking a breath, lightens.

He realizes - gripping the arms of his chair as hot pain blinks on and off in his midsection - that all the major chapters in his personal life started and ended on wrinkled bedsheets. All the wives, the would-be wives, the ex-wives, negotiated their terms in the bedroom.

He offered this stranger what looked like everything: his joy, his love, his brain, his complete attention. He gave that girl a face that Bruce, who has studied his son every single day of his life, had never seen. Never even knew existed.

we're skeptical and filled with cynicism, then we see that in each other. And it's so important that we try to live in the world that we want to live in.

I know it sounds silly, but I'm proud of myself. I guess for living a brave life.

together. He'd always assumed openness was synonymous with danger