Quotes from Jaclyn Moriarty

Well, this might sound stupid but I think he was my best friend. Like the other half of me. I'm so scared something might have happened to him when he went back. I miss him so much sometimes I look at windows and I want to just walk right through them -- like press myself through the glass. I want their sharp edges to fragment me.

We needed fish, really, but I could not speak Fish.

All books have magical properties.

Sure and you've got to keep your own spitis up, for there's no one else will do that for you!

How about we meet at midnight tomorrow and try this. I close my eyes, believe in you, and there you'll be.

Here come the colours of Madeleine, thought Jack, and the colours went right through his bloodstream now, sailing on tiny boats — spinnakers fixed with little toothpicks.

P.S. I will give you a clue about the person I'm interested in. She gets a very cute dimple in her right cheek when she's trying not to smile. She has a very cute way of pronouncing th , and she wears a cute hat on cold days, which is like a French beret. I once had an appointment with her to Gaze into the Girl's Eyes, which she went and cancelled on me, and I've been waiting all term for a chance to Kiss the Girl.

And everywhere I turned: Riley and Amelia. I suppose this could have been because I was always following them around.

She left behind her giant M, she's not getting my cabinet" -Toby

Do you think there could be a universe next door?

There was one true thing. Madeleine. The relief was beautiful. He fell asleep imagining her hands in his hands, holding one another in the darkness.

I suspected other people were better at living than me. Did others elbow their way through fog, rising out of it somedays, relief blending with terror at its return?

Their chairs were huge and soft, the kind that swivel and make squelching noises whenever you shift your behind. Aunt Isabelle and I had regular, hard-backed chairs. So at first, I didn't concentrate on what the lawyers were saying because I felt too angry about this. Why didn't we have the soft, fun, swivelling chairs?

If you're bored tonight why don't you write down everything that comes to mind when you hear the word toothpaste?

Where are they now? she thought. Her iPod, her iPhone, her iPad, the I-ness of her life? Her mind stretched around in its memories, searching for her things: She saw her phone on the hotel bedside table in Paris; her iPad in her Louis Vuitton urban satchel; her iPod slipping from her pocket in the restaurant, the night before she ran away.

You've loved with intensity and passion, and have learned to hide your heartache, learned to press your handkerchief back into your pocket and pretend that you are okay.

If you're looking pretty and your hair's all shiny, and there's a glint in your eye, and you say sorry like you mean it, and then kiss me on the mouth and let your hand kind of slip under my shirt so it's on my back, well, I'd sure forgive and forget.

Sure, we sparkled and glittered and flew through the world, but it was only an illusion of flight. We were trapped in the orbit of a man who was no longer truly there.

Popular self-help teaches you to ask for help, accept help, set boundaries, say no. So you ask for help and the person you ask politely refuses. Because he or she has learned to set boundaries and say no.

Farrell Kafji, who complained loudly that he had landed in the middle of a seventeenth-century field. 'And fields then are exactly like fields right now!' he shouted. 'I could've gone down to Forsyth Park if I wanted to see a field!

We stop at the door. I'm still smiling. 'Well, bye,' Noah says. 'Don't call us! We'll call you!' I say to Noah. And I shoot the air with cowboy guns. Noah blinks.

The first birthday is the key to identity.

There are entire movements, many of them rooted in the wisdom of the ancients, many stolen, Westernized, and simplified from the East. It's all right, though, social media will reduce them to a pithy pair of lines.

and the Butler gave her a ride back to the apartment in a wheelbarrow. She did not laugh so much as wince and be pale.)