Quotes by Gabrielle Zevin

I was just thinking... isnt it lucky that we decided to become co-editors? If one takes a blow to the head, the other can fill in. If the others lung spontaneoulsy collapses, the one can fill in. Its a perfect system once you think about it.~Will Landsman

No one will ever love me that much again.

On the board, Mr. Beery had written Those who dont remember history are doomed to repeat it. I wasnt sure if this was meant to be inspirational, thematic, or a joke about making sure to study.

Each period had required me to be a slightly different person, and that was exhausting. I wondered if school had always felt this way and whether it was like this for everone.

I am the proud owner of several complexes. But who isn’t? When you think about it, isn’t a person just a structure built in reaction to the landscape and the weather?

Theo looked at me with his smoldering Jesus eyes, and the Catholic schoolgirl in me crossed her legs.

Tragedy is when someone ends up dead. Everything else is just a bump in the road. For the record, that was something Daddy used to say.

Tragedy is when someone ends up dead.Everything else is just a bump in the road.

Did you know that there are over three hundred words for love in canine?

On Earth, Liz was constantly occupied with studying and finding a college and a career and all those other things that the adults in her life deemed terribly important. Since she had died, everything she was doing on Earth had seemed entirely meaningless. From Lizs point of view, the question of what her life would be was now definitively answered. The story of her life is short and pointless: There once was a girl who got hit by a car and died. The end.

Life used to move much more quickly when I was a girl. We needed to abbreviate just to keep up.

I did learn something about insanity while I was down there. People go crazy, not because they are crazy, but because its the best available option at the time.

A.J. watches Maya in her pink party dress, and he feels a vaguely familiar, slightly intolerable bubbling inside of him. He wants to laugh out loud or punch a wall. He feels drunk or at least carbonated. Insane. At first, he thinks this is happiness, but then he determines its love. Fucking love, he thinks. What a bother.

It was strange, really. A couple months ago, I had thought I couldn’t live without him. Apparently I could.

Oh yes, its very tragic. Why does everyone always like love stories? What about absence-of-love stories? Arent they much more common?

There are many challenges to long distance running, but one of the greatest is the question of where to put ons house keys.

Theres the tree with the branches that everyone sees, and then theres the upside-down root tree, growing the opposite way. So Earth is the branches, growing in opposing but perfect symmetry. The branches dont think much about the roots, and maybe the roots dont think much about the branches, but all the time, theyre connected by the trunk, you know?

“Its hard to believe. Where does the times go? Betty sighs. Ive always hated that phrase. It makes it would like time went on a holiday, and is expected back any day now. Time flies is another one I hate. Apparently, time does quite a bit of traveling, though.”

“Its a tragic fact to die in an accident”

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