Quotes from Gabrielle Zevin

But life was always arriving. There was always another gate to pass through.

Why wouldn't you tell someone you loved them? Once you loved someone, you repeated it until they were tired of hearing it. You said it until it ceased to have meaning.

Tell me something from Spanish literature," Schiele said. "I'll give you a line from my favorite novel. 'Los seres humanos no nacen para siempre el dia en que sus madres los alumbran, sino que la vida los obliga a parirse a si mismos una y otra vez.'" ("Humans are not born forever on the day their mothers have them; life necessitates giving birth to themselves over and over again.")

Zweisamkeit' is the feeling of being alone even when you're with other people." Simon turned to look in his husband's eyes. "Before I met you, I felt this constantly. I felt it with my family, my friends, and every boyfriend I ever had. I felt it so often that I thought this was the nature of living. To be alive was to accept that you were fundamentally alone.

And this is the truth of any game—it can only exist at the moment that it is being played.

If it doesn't work, all we've lost is a lot of time and money." Sam laughed. "Let's do this," he said.

In certain seasons, We may be nourished by The idea of the carrot More than the carrot itself.

Living, it seemed to her, was the acquiring of bad habits. Dying, the process of rescinding them.

Sam did not believe his body could feel anything but pain, and so he did not desire pleasure in the same way that other people seemed to. Sam was happiest when his body was feeling nothing. He was happiest when he did not have to think about his body—when he could forget that he had a body at all.

The best part of this moment, he thought, is that everything is still possible.

your sense of self could change depending on your location.

She would never want to make a shooter—she, Dov's student to her core, found them disgusting, immoral, and the disease of an immature society;

She leaned in to kiss him, and he kissed her, and then she put her hand between his legs, wrapping her fingers around the cylindrical chamber of blood sponges that was his (and every) penis. He felt the corpora cavernosa, commanded by nerve messages from his subconscious brain, fill up with blood, and the tunica albuginea membrane, the penis's straitjacket, trap the blood inside.

The work was the thing that lasted, but the work only lasted if people knew it existed.

Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

she felt that she had been able to push the boundaries, technically and narratively. And what was the point of making games if you weren't going to do that?

EMILY MARKS DAEDALUS 1875-1909 SHE HATH DIED OF DYSENTERY

the smile spread over her face like a time-lapse video he had once seen in a high school physics class of a rose in bloom.

The Call of the Wild

Sam hadn't truly understood the nature of Marx's good fortune. Marx was fortunate because he saw everything as if it were a fortuitous bounty.

this is the truth of any game—it can only exist at the moment that it is being played. It's the same with being an actor. In the end, all we can ever know is the game that was played, in the only world that we know.

Hi," Sam said, without looking at her. "You can watch if you want. I'm going to play until the end of this life." "That's a good philosophy," Anna said. She concentrated on the game and tried not to hear the nearby sirens

We had been there about four days when she said, "It feels like last year was a dream," she said. "It feels like I had a fever, and the fever has finally broken." "I'm glad," I said. "Still," she said, "sometimes I miss the fever.

This is what time travel is. It's looking at a person, and seeing them in the present and the past, concurrently. And that mode of transport only worked with those who had known a significant time.