Every week I will pick a quote from a book I read, am reading, or that is my favourite, and share it with you all through this post.
“What she needs are stories.
Stories are a way to preserve one’s self. To be remembered. And to forget.
Stories come in so many forms: in charcoal, and in song, in paintings, poems, films. And books.
Books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives—or to find strength in a very long one.”
“It was full of whispered words, the lure of stories waiting to be read, a rustle of promise that hung in the air. How many adventures were hidden here in paper and ink, how many great love stories, how many epic battles?”
“Everybody’s too stupid for Shifting Winds!” she growls. “You honestly think all those people who claim to love the series actually read the damn books? They haven’t! Because they’re fucking five thousand pages long! I tried to read the first book one time, and the dickwad author spent nine pages describing a tree. Nine pages! Those books are the worst. The absolute worst.”
“Four light-years from the second largest pulsar, past the black dust and the white. In a small circle of golden light, made by a careful teenage star, I found you,” Aexandria said seriously. “No matter what I did or said, there you stood. Like a fixed point, and the Earth moved around you.”
Lucy Black didn’t like her new house, and she had told her mother as much. Her complaints fell on deaf ears; her mother, Julia, was going through a divorce and insisted that they were lucky to find such a nice, lakeside house, especially at such a short notice.
Of course, had Julia seen the little girl that lived in the lake, she might have reconsidered.
“Was that really blood sprayed over her chin? Adrienne looked back at the house as prickles ran over her arms. It had only been six or seven drops, but she was struggling to find any reasonable explanation for the red liquid.”
“Beware the woods and the dark, dank, deep. He’ll follow you home, and he won’t let you sleep.”
“The way he said her name made my heart cramp. In all my years of word collecting, I’ve learned this to be a tried and true fact: I can very often tell how much a person loves another person by the way they say their name. I think that’s one of the best feelings in the world, when you know your name is safe in another person’s mouth. When you know they’ll never shout it out like a cuss word, but say it or whisper it like a once-upon-a-time.”
“I could always give you a teaser. You bookish people love teasers, don’t you?”
“Fall colors are funny. They’re so bright and intense and beautiful. It’s like nature is trying to fill you up with color, to saturate you so you can stockpile it before winter turns everything muted and dreary.”