Quotes from Trenton Lee Stewart

And where most people see mirrors, you, my friend, see windows. By which I mean there is always something beyond the glass. You have seen it and will always see it now, though others may not. I would have spared you that vision at such a young age. But it's been given you, and it will be up to you to decide whether it's a blessing or a curse.

But special people tend to go and do special things," he continued, "and one must accept it as best one can. Whenever I miss old friends, I remind myself that this very act makes them a part of my life. We may be separated by time and distance, and very often by the lack of hours to write each other proper letters, but we remain friends, and I remain grateful.

Distracted by emotion, she was drying her eyes with a slice of bread.

but is it not heartening to know that so many are willing to fight for the good? Think of that young librarian, Sophie, who made certain you escaped. Think of S.Q., who risked my brother's wrath to make me more comfortable. Think of Captain Noland, and Joe Shooter, and all the others – even strangers – who were prepared to sacrifice their safety, perhaps even their lives, on our behalf. That's something, is it not?

Go on, Kate. I don't want to have fallen four stories for nothing." - Milligan

Sights, smells, temperature changes—all sorts of stuff. We notice it without consciously thinking about it. He says we may not be paying attention, but our brains are recording and processing it all the same, and these… these observations, or whatever you want to call them, make up a pattern. So if you're good with patterns, the way Mr. Benedict says I am, you can sometimes predict things.

And when I do crave privacy, I have only to flip the "Closed" sign on my shop door until I'm feeling sociable again. Everyone should have such signs on their doors, don't you think?

It's a journal, Reynard. Every great thinker keeps a journal, you know.

Kate laid her hand against his cheek. "Why do you keep doing this? Why do you keep getting hurt?" "Bad habit," Milligan mumbled.

In his mind's eye, he saw his dream of a new life drifting away like a lost balloon. And for some time he sat there, hating to see it go. But then it was gone, and he began to invent a new dream, and he began to feel better.

Indeed, confident assurances and promises of fortune, when whispered into the right ears, often serve as substitutes for thinking at all.

For it is a curious fact about secret meetings that a bond almost always forms among the participants, a bond that can feel both mysterious and powerful.

Every unfamiliar trail is an invitation

Milligan now acted as if he were the happiest man alive - and perhaps he was. Having so long ago exited his life as a father, he had now, at long last, entered it again.

With perfect clarity he remembered Reynie saying, "I need you here as a friend." The effect of those words, and of all his friendships, had grown stronger and stronger, until—though he couldn't say why he didn't feel mixed up now—at the most desperate moment yet, he knew it to be true. There was bravery in him. It only had to be drawn out.

It's not going to be over," Kate said firmly, "until we say so.

The laces had broken and were so short that tying them was like performing surgery on an insect.

It's natural that you feel as you do, Reynie. There is much more to the world than most children—indeed, most adults—ever see or know. And where most people see mirrors, you, my friend, see windows. By which I mean there is always something beyond the glass.

Shall I tell you what I'm thinking, Mrs. Ferrier?" "Heavens no, Nicholas! That would take hours, and we have only moments.

Sorry it took me so long, Katie-Cat," said her father.

Maybe we should acquire a taste for bittersweet, " said Reynie with a grin. Then everything would feel wonderful.

I miss those days, don't you? I mean, except for the terrible parts.

Maybe we should acquire a taste for bittersweet," said Reynie with a grin. "Then everything would feel wonderful.

No sooner had he thought this than he realized what was anchoring his happiness. It was purpose. He knew what he wanted to do.