Quotes from Gabrielle Zevin

Like Sam, I once lived in a house up a hill from the Happy Foot Sad Foot sign. The Happy Foot Sad Foot sign was taken down in 2019, but I am told you can still find its remains in a gift shop somewhere in Silver Lake.

But people —the ordinary, the decent and basically honest— couldn't get through the day without that one indispensable bit of programming, that allowed you to say one thing and mean, feel, even do, another.

Maybe it was the willingness to play that kept one from despair.

Sam knew that Sadie knew that he loved her. Sadie knew that Sam loved her in the same way she knew that Sam had not seen the Magic Eye.

What's hanafuda?" Sam asked. "Plastic cards. Quite small and thick, with flowers and scenes of nature

Los Angeles, he decided, was a profoundly stupid city, and he felt a palpable, if irrational, longing for all things Massachusetts.

The body part that worked consistently well for Sam was his brain, and he was not going to compromise it. Because of this experience, Sam often suffered through pain that probably should have and could have been somewhat ameliorated.

What is a game? (Marx said) It's tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. It's the possibility of infinite rebirth, infinite redemption. The idea that if you keep playing, you could win. No loss is permanent, because nothing is permanent, ever.

She scanned the crowd and when she spotted Sam, 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.

Weren't you even curious what it was? There's a world of people and things, if you can manage to stop being a misanthrope for a second.

Licking your wounds would only make them worse, no? The mouth was filled with so much bacteria. But Sadie knew it was easy to get addicted to the taste of your own carnage.

The Catholic schoolgirl in me was scandalized by the thought; I told her we'd been thrown out of Catholic school so she should shut up.

I don't mind," Sam said. "I think you love pizza more than I do anyway." "When I was a kid." Sadie made a face at him. "You sure you don't mind?" "I mean, I mind

Sometimes, he would make a villain of her and imagine ways that she had slighted him: that time she had turned away from him; that time she had avoided his eyes. But she hadn't done those things -- it would have been almost better if she had.

the first topic that comes to mind is often a woman's right to choose or sexual assault, but I believe the most important women's issue is the wage gap. I believe this is the root issue from which all other inequalities stem . . .

How do I go on when the person I love most in the world is in love with someone else?

Sam knew the foot was gone. He could see it was gone. He knew what he was experiencing was a basic error in programming, and he wished he could open up his brain and delete the bad code. Unfortunately, the human brain is every bit as closed a system as a Mac.

Gabrielle Zevin's Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, a novel steeped in nostalgia and innovation that follows three friends as they come of age in the world of video games, creating stories and worlds that enhance, redefine, and preserve their rich bonds while attempting to defy the limits of mortality.

What is a game?" Marx said. "It's tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. It's all the possibility of infinite rebirth, infinite redemption. The idea that if you keep playing, you could win. No loss is permanent, because nothing is permanent, ever.

They did have a secret. The secret was the delight one feels when discovering a person who speaks one's native tongue.

Come on, Sadie. There'll always be another class. How many times can you look at something and know that everyone around you is seeing the same thing or at the very least that their brains and eyes are responding to the same phenomenon? How much proof do you ever have that we're all in the same world?

And yet . . . He had spent hours with the man over the last half-dozen years. They had only ever discussed books but what, in this life, is more personal than books?

Friends, Romans, countrymen,' Marx said, 'calm down.

You don't want to meet someone like you too early in your life, or you won't ever like anyone else.