Quotes from Gabrielle Zevin

Why wouldn't you tell someone you loved them? Once you love someone, you repeated it until they were tired of hearing it.

They'd never been friendly in Cambridge, but in L.A., they had become instant best friends in the way people can in their twenties.

To allow yourself to play with another person is no small risk. It means allowing yourself to be open, to be exposed, to be hurt. It is the human equivalent of the dog rolling on its back—I know you won't hurt me, even though you can. It is the dog putting its mouth around your hand and never biting down. To play requires trust and love. Many years later, as Sam would controversially say in an interview with the gaming website Kotaku, "There is no more intimate act than play

I think I don't like children because I hated being young.

She retraced the same route she and Sam had taken just that morning when the world seemed soft-focused and filled with possibility. The path now seemed dismal and dangerous to her. And she thought to herself that it was strange how quickly the world could shift. She let her mind go to the dark place.

Okay, so you spoke to her. She was definitely not a ghost. Did she ever reply?" Bong Cha narrowed her eyes at Sam, deciding if her grandson was trying to trick her into appearing foolish. "Yes, in my mind, she did. I knew your mother so well I could play her part.

There are no ghosts, but up here", she gestured toward her head "it's a haunted house".

What a world, Sadie thought. People once made glass sculptures of decay, and they put these sculptures in museums. How strange and beautiful human beings are. And how fragile.

I want this job." "Many people do, my girl." "How do I get it?" Maya asks. "Reading, as aforementioned." Maya nods. "I do that." "A good chair." "I have one of those." "Then you're well on your way," Daniel tells her before setting her back on the ground. "I'll

He had never seen anything die before and so, he could not be certain that she was dying. And yet, somewhere deep inside himself, he felt a recognition and then a reckoning: this was death, and he would die, and his mother would die, and everyone you ever met and ever loved would die, and maybe it would happen when you or they were old, but maybe not. To know this was unbearable: it was a fact too large for a nine-year-old avatar to contain.

Love you madly, my sweet friend." Love you madly. The way to turn an ex-lover into a friend is to never stop loving them, to know that when one phase of a relationship ends it can transform into something else. It is to acknowledge that love is both a constant and a variable at the same time.

The way he put it to Marx: "This summer is my last chance to do something truly grand.

I have a pain that exists only in my head," she said, once some of her vitality had been restored. "I have had it my whole life. But when I feel that pain, I am incapacitated by it, and I am certain that I can't go on." Alabaster studied Emily. "I think it is your glasses. They are far too small for your face. You should go see the optometrist.

Once you loved someone, you repeated it until they were tired of hearing it. You said it until it ceased to have meaning. Why not? Of course, you goddamn did.

As a wedding gift to Ms. Marks, Dr. Daedalus created a topiary hedge maze in the garden by her house. When asked why she had decided to make such a gift, the doctor replied cryptically, "To make a game is to imagine the person playing it.

As he said to Sam, "If I've done the work in the scenes before I die, if I've made a real impression, they'll feel me in the scenes I'm not in anyway.

He was tanned and buttery, like a quality handbag; his hair had the color and rigidity of onyx; his teeth were enormous white rectangles. He gave the impression of being handsome without actually being handsome.

This is the most violent poetry game I've ever played,' Marx said.

Cherry Blossoms at Night, by Katsushika Ã…Å'i

There must be more to life than working and swimming and playing Go." "The boredom you speak of," Alabaster said. "It is what most of us call happiness.

Love you madly. The way to turn an ex-lover into a friend is to never stop loving them, to know that when one phase of a relationship ends it can transform into something else. It is to acknowledge that love is both a constant and a variable at the same time.

But life was always arriving. There was always another gate to pass through. (Until, of course, there wasn't.) She walked through another gate. What was a gate anyway? A doorway, she thought. A portal. The possibility of a different world. The possibility that you might walk through the door and reinvent yourself as something better than you had been before.

Sadie the gamer found this scene sexist and strange.

In the end, all we can ever know is the game that was played, in the only world that we know.