Quotes from Gabrielle Zevin

Last year, that Fischer idiot threw a black-and-white cookie at me, and I started to wonder if every principal exited this school with a ceremonial baked good fling.

Since she started teaching and become a mother, she'd felt old, but that night, she realized she wasn't old at all. You couldn't be old and still be wrong about as many things as she'd been wrong about, and it was a kind of immaturity to call yourself old before you were.

I don't want to die," A.J. says after a bit. "I just find it difficult to be here all the time. Do you think I'm crazy?" "No.

She was pretty enough but somehow like dough that had not been allowed to rise.

Se si parla di politica, di Dio o dell'amore, la gente mente e lo fa pure in modo noioso.Tutto ciò che ti serve sapere di una persona lo capisci dalla sua risposta alla domanda: "Qual è il tuo libro preferito?

?ám cÆ°á»›i ?y mà, luôn khi?n ng??i ta cô Ä'Æ¡n kh?ng khi?p.

You know everything you need to know about a person from the answer to the question, What is your favorite book? —A.J.F.

Má»™t ngày nào Ä'ó, n?u nghÄ© ??n chuy?n k?t hôn, hãy ch?n má»™t ng??i mà trong m?t h?, con là duy nh?t.

She's worse than a puppy. And a man like me shouldn't even have a puppy. She's not potty-trained, and I have no idea how to do that kind of thing or any of the related matters either. Plus, I've never really liked babies. I like Maya, but . . . Conversation with her lacks to say the least. We talk about Elmo, and I can't stand him, by the way, but other than that, it's mainly about her. She's totally self-centered.

In reading Twain, I often suspect he is having more fun than I am.)

She chose the brassavola, which looked like clusters of delicate calla lilies.

I know that Marian Wallace was your girlfriend." "That isn't true." "Don't lie! I know that she came here to kill herself in your front yard. I know that she left Maya for you, but you either were too lazy or too much of a coward to claim her.

Someday, we'll run into each other again, I know it. Maybe I'll be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happens, that's when I'll deserve you. But now, at this moment, you can't hook your boat to mine, because I'm liable to sink us both.

Sometimes books don't find us until the right time.

It was strange, really. A couple months ago, I had thought I couldn't live without him. Apparently I could.

You know everything you need to know about a person from the answer to the question, What is your favorite book?

The words you can't find, you borrow. We read to know we're not alone. We read because we are alone. We read and we are not alone. We are not alone. My life is in these books, he wants to tell her. Read these and know my heart. We are not quite novels. The analogy he is looking for is almost there. We are not quite short stories. At this point, his life is seeming closest to that. In the end, we are collected works.

I was crying a little for the boy I had wanted him to be and the boy he hadn't turned out to be.

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.

We aren't the things we collect, acquire, read. We are, for as long as we are here, only love. The things we loved. The people we loved. And these, I think these really do live on

You forget all of it anyway. . . You forget who was cool and who was not, who was pretty, smart, athletic, and not. . . You forget all of them. Even the ones you said you loved, and even the ones you actually did. They're the last to go. And then once you've forgotten enough, you love someone else.

We are not quite novels. We are not quite short stories. In the end, we are collected works.

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.

And what is love, in the end?" Alabaster said. "Except the irrational desire to put evolutionary competitiveness aside in order to ease someone else's journey through life?