Quotes by Jaclyn Moriarty

The world is made of more than particles. Its made of things you cant hold in your hand, like fear, love, loss, hope, truth.

I love her bare legs from a distance. When shes standing by a pool. When shes facing the water, thinking. Her legs are white as watermelon rind, veined blue from cold. Theres that H shape behind her knees. The H trembles softly with the swimming-water cold.

Do you think there could be a universe next door?

The Irish people didnt get on that well with each other either. They hated the Catholics, was the main issue, as I see. You cant blame them for that. If I understand correctly, Catholics do not believe in contraception. So, you know, sex is not relaxing.

Its a lot easier to be crazy or mad than to just get on with living.

How about we meet at midnight tomorrow and try this. I close my eyes, believe in you, and there youll be.

Well, this might sound stupid but I think he was my best friend. Like the other half of me. Im so scared something might have happened to him when he went back. I miss him so much sometimes I look at windows and I want to just walk right through them -- like press myself through the glass. I want their sharp edges to fragment me.

There was something in the moonlight tonight. It was stroking the stonework and spires, leaning into cracks between the cobblestones, caressing the stained-glass windows. She felt her heart lift with magic.

Distance is the journey. Displacement is the result.

When she got back from taking Cassie to school Fancy knew that she ought to be working on her wilderness romance. She had promised thirty thousand words to her editor by tomorrow, and she had only written eleven. Specific

And then something happened. It was a fragment of time, a breath of time. It was like being in a car in pouring rain and driving under an overpass, and for just that second there is a profound, powerful sense of reprieve- the utter silence of non-rain.

This is what I want you all to do. I want you to open a new document and type up a list of three problems in your life. Not the universes life - your own. Underneath, type the solutions.If we know the solutions, said Belle, theyre not problems.Exactly, said Denny. You do know the answers to most of your problems. Somewhere deep inside, you know.

Having read several prize-winning novels, Fancy was confident that she now knew the recipe: 1. Write a simple narrative. 2. Make a long list. 3. Scatter the contents of your list throughout your narrative.

Who knows if all our brains are inventing the same thing? I mean, how do we know that the thing YOUR eyes see and call red is the same thing that I call red?

You’ve loved with intensity and passion, and have learned to hide your heartache, learned to press your handkerchief back into your pocket and pretend that you are okay.

Well, first you have to be very, very funny. I have realized that it is essential for a boy to be funny. Otherwise, what is the point in a boy?