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They did not trust me, our friends and neighbors, for they knew I knew them, and they did not wish to be known.

This book is gunna be good, yup mhm

The world could light itself on fire behind us, and I don’t think I’d care.

“Just because we haven’t found your limit yet doesn’t meant there isn’t one.”

I follow her progress, terrified, wondering if this is motherhood: anxiously picturing your child with her skulled cracked open.

Yes, Misery, that is exactly motherhood lol

Perhaps one day the man in the black jacket will think about this too: why he only wondered if it was [boys name] or [boys name] who was telling the truth. Why [girls name]’s word wasn’t enough.

Hate can be a deeply stimulating emotion. The world becomes much easier to understand and much less terrifying if you divide everyone into friends and enemies, we and they, good and evil. The easiest way to unite a group isn’t through love, because love is hard. It makes demands. Hate is simple.

When Gaby gets back from the hospital with Benji early the next morning, his sisters and mother look at his crutches and his foot in a cast and hit him over the head and shout that he’ll be the death of them and that he means the world to them and that they love him and that he’s an imbecile.

I love Benji’s family.

That may have been how they survived, Kira realizes: thanks to their ability not to fall apart at the same time.

Isn’t that the saddest thing in the world, ma? A comma forced to be a period?

I managed not to burst into tears at the far-reaching, existential implications of his words, but decided to make a mental note for future Highly susceptible to inspirational messaging. Must NOT join cult.

A woman who would not back down when the lives of her friends are at stake. Pray you meet such a woman at least once in your life. Then pray you get out of her way quickly enough.

Change has an illusory aspect to it. We pretend that big changes hang on single decisions, single moments. And they do. But single decisions and single moments, in turn, have a mountain of smaller decisions behind them. You can’t have an avalanche without a mountain of snow, even if it begins with one bit starting to tumble.
Don’t ignore the mountains of minutes that heap up behind important decisions.

As if when he came to me, his mouth wet and wanting, he came from a place on fire, a place he could never return to. And what do you do to a boy like that but turn yourself into a doorway? A place he can go through again and again, each time entering the same room. Yes, I wanted it all.

…We can keep going that way for a while. We can pretend we fit that jug, awkward nooks and all. But the longer we do, the worse it gets. The more it wears on us. The more exhausted we become. Even if we’re doing nothing at all, because simply holding the shape can take all the effort in the world. More, if we want to make it look natural.

Truth is, people are as fluid as time is. We adapt to our situation like water in a strangely shaped jug, though it might take us a little while to ooze into all the little nooks. Because we adapt, we sometimes don’t recognize how twisted, uncomfortable, or downright wrong the container is that we’ve been told to inhabit...

Heroism is often the seemingly spontaneous result of a lifetime of preparation.

It is a great irony that society tends to look down on those who sell their bodies, but not on those who lease out their minds.

Tress settled down, thinking about people and how the holes in them could be filled by such simple things, like time, or a few words at the right moment. Or, apparently, a cannonball. What, other than a person, could you build up merely by caring?

It is one of the most bitter ironies I’ve ever had to accept: there are, unquestionably, musical geniuses of incomparable talent who died as street sweepers because they never had the chance to pick up an instrument.

Charlie wasn’t really a “do things” kind of person. He was a “be things” kind of person.

But the person who is willing to reconsider their assumptions? The hero who can sit down and reevaluate their life? Well, now that is a gemstone that truly glitters, friend.

Her head was full of wisdom like that: the wisdom of complaints.

It might seem that the person who can feel for others is doomed in life. Isn’t one person’s pain enough? Why must a person like Tress feel for two, or more? Yet I’ve found that the people who are the happiest are the ones who learn best how to feel. It takes practice, you know. Effort.

The same universe that dispassionately takes things away can bring you things you weren’t imaginative enough to dream up.

”I was a little nerd, you can say it,” I say.
“Back then they used to call it ‘a pleasure to have in class,’” she tells me.

“Narnia,” I tell him.
“Now, that one I’ve heard of,” he says.
“Ever since Mr. Tumnus showed up at that snowy lamppost, this world was never going to quite cut it for me.”

Me too, Daphne 🥰

I just turned to my husband & said, I’m in the last like 50 (not even, it’s more like 35) pages of my book. I’M GUNNA DIE.

Sometimes she cries because things are so beautiful and we keep messing them up.

”Exactly,” [she agrees]. For a moment, they’re just two girls on a mission to beautify the world. [She] holds up a compact for her opinion. “I’m thinking maybe a peach?”

I love this interaction. Very wholesome.

Each book’s as precious as a person, she says, as it preserves someone’s thoughts and feelings long after they’re gone.