Gabrielle Zevin Quotes

Simon feared that marriage licensing could be suspended without warning, and that cops, lawyers, homophobic protesters might show up to spoil everything. "Torschlusspanik," Simon said. "Okay," Sam said. "I'll bite." "Don't encourage him," Ant said. "What's Torschlusspanik?" Sam said. "It means 'gate-shut panic,' " Simon said. "It's the fear that time is running out and that you're going to miss an opportunity. Literally, the gate is closing, and you'll never get in." "That's me," Sam said. "I have that constantly.

It is a lie that people who love each other must know everything about each other. Love must occasionally allow for a gap.

In a way, whoever you know in a certain place defines that place for you.

A.J. nods out of politeness, but he doesn't believe in random acts. He is a reader, and what he believes in is narrative construction. If a gun appears in act one, that gun had better go off by act three.

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.

That spring, Amelia takes Maya to the drugstore and lets her choose any polish color she likes. "How do you pick?" Maya says.

"Sometimes I ask myself how I'm feeling," Amelia says. "Sometimes I ask myself how I'd like to be feeling.

I'm going to play until the end of this life.

There's no game without the NPCs. There's just some bullshit hero, wandering around with no one to talk to and nothing to do.

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

As many have discovered, it is entirely possible (although not particularly desirable) to love two people with all your heart. It is entirely possible to long for two lives, to feel that one life can't come close to containing it all.

You can't avoid orphan stories, child. Every story is an orphan story. We are all orphaned sooner or later.

To Marx, it seemed foolish not to love as many things as you could.

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.

Maya, we are what we love. We are that we love.

I missed her like a reflex, even though I knew that it was just some trick of my undependable brain. Some stupid, vestigial part. The way humans have appendixes, even though they're pointless and mainly just a pain in the butt and people never even think about them unless they have to have them removed.