Laura

“How could he convey to someone who'd never even met her the way she always smelled like rain, or how his stomach knotted up every time he saw her shake loose her hair from its braid? How could he describe how it felt when she finished his sentences, turnec the mug they were sharing so that her mouth landed where his had been? How did he explain the way they could be in a locker room, or underwater, or in the piney woods of Maine, bus as long as Em was with him, he was at home?”
― Jodi Picoult, The Pact

“I never said I do not remember, my grandmother corrects. I said I prefer to forget.”
― Jodi Picoult, The Storyteller

“So many books, so little time.”
― Frank Zappa

“We accept the love we think we deserve.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower