Quotes by Gabrielle Zevin

But I loved those books or at least that first one. And I felt somewhere down deep inside him the person who wrote it must be there. That you couldnt write such beautiful things and have such an ugly heart. But that is the truth. He was a beautiful writer and a terrible person.

Above all, mine is a love story. Unlike most love stories, this one involves chance, gravity, a dash of head trauma. It began with a coin toss. The coin came up tails. I was heads. Had it gone my way, there might not be a story at all. Just a chapter, or a sentence in a book whose greater theme had yet to be determined. Maybe this chapter wouldve had the faintest whisper of love about it. But maybe not. Sometimes, a girl needs to lose.

In truth, she hadnt put much thought into whether she was happy before. She supposes that since she never thought about it, she must have been happy. People who are happy dont really need to ask themselves if they are happy or not, do they? They just are happy, she thinks.

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 Im feeling, Amelia says. Sometimes I ask myself how Id like to be feeling.

...lies can sound awfully pretty when a girl is in love with the person telling them.

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

My heart was a little bit broken, but I still had to go to school. I buttoned my dress shirt over it and my winter coat, too. I hoped it didnt show too much.

But now, at this moment, you cant hook your boat to mine, cause Im liable to sink us both. (222)

I do not believe in God. I have no religion. But this to me is as close to a church as I have known in this life. It is a holy place. With bookstores like this, I feel confident in saying that there will be a book business for a very long time.

You dont choose a book the book chooses you

Daddy used to say that calling a person a romantic was just another way of saying he or she acted without regard for conseqences.

But I wondered if all this kissing was a bad habit with him and me. The thing we did with our mouths instead of talking.

Hi there, squeaked a precocious little voice, you are speaking to Chloe Fusakawa, and I have just learned how to answer the phone.

She doesnt recognize the number—none of her friends use their phones as phones anymore.

The easiest way to get old is to be technologically behind...

Everything worth loving in this world is difficult.

Can I ask you something? you said. How did you ever survive that scandal?She said, I refused to be shamed.How did you do that? you asked. When they came at me, I kept coming, she said.

The difficulty of living alone is that any mess he makes he is forced to clean up himself.No, the real difficulty of living alone is that no one cares if you are upset.

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.

What if I had told the boy I loved to leave and it ended up being for nothing?