Quotes from Laurel Snyder

Problems don't always get fixed. Lots of the time things are boring or dumb for no good reason. Or even terrible. And you can't do anything about it. That's life.

Everything had its purpose. If you waited long enough, a useless thing would become useful again.

But sometimes it doesn't matter whether someone is right or wrong. Sometimes you just have to love them when they need you.

It's hard not to be happy when you're eating a big steak.

what a thing to do—to give up your whole self for someone else. To love someone that much. To be always and forever there, no matter what. To hold on like that.

Dear reader who finds this, if I am gone, My name is Jinny I lived here on this island. I loved it. I stayed. I held on. Then, after a pause, Jinny added a line. She'd never be able to write it in ink, bit it was there all the same, a ghost in the letter. As she slid the piece of paper into her pocket, she whispered it aloud. I held on Too long.

Sometimes it's nice to be sick, to give up trying to function, to crawl into bed and be cared for a little.

Because you don't live in a book. Nobody does, silly. Things never happen the way they would in a book. There isn't foreshadowing.

Mom always says you can solve most problems at the library, and there's a lady there who's my friend. We could ask her about helping Bernice. She has to answer people's questions. It's her job.

The world is a hungry place, and Anna will feed it beauty.

Can something be a secret if everyone in the whole world knows it?

I always have liked him. He's basically a good guy. But sometimes, Rebecca, a person goes so far down a road, they can't find the energy to walk back the other way.

chocolate muffin, which is just a cupcake without icing.

Everything felt wrong, lopsided. I knew from the weird fuzzy humming inside my head.

I turned away from her again. "I hate you," I whispered. "I hate you.

Dear reader who finds this, if I am gone My name is Jinny I lived on this island I loved it I held on Too long

sometimes it doesn't matter whether someone is right or wrong. Sometimes you just have to love them when they need you.

She remembered once, years back, she and Deen had snuck away on a Changing night and made a bed in the high grass of the prairie, with their blankets and pillows. When they'd woken up, there had been a mouse, chewing on the pillow between them, and Deen had screamed so loud that Jinny's ears rang.

After a moment, she decided to stick out her own little hand alongside the other two, as though this was the way people greeted each other on the island. Hand extended, she looked up at the boys for approval.

I'd never listened so carefully to something I didn't want to hear.