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.
“Baking is a science, as rigorous as chemistry or physics. There are rules that must be followed. Too much of one thing and not enough of another can lead to ruin. I find comfort in this. Outside, the world is an unruly place where men prowl with sharpened knives. In baking, there is only order.”
“Maybe all friendships don’t fizzle. Maybe, like the kaleidoscope, the colors just change.”
It’s like the first bug that sees me arrive at Gram’s house tells the other bugs I’m there. “Hey! Guys! Look! Tom’s here!”
“I love to bite that kid!”
“Me too! I bit him five times last year!”
“Oh, yeah? I stung him ten times!”
“No you didn’t!”
“Yes I did!”
“You’re a bee! If you sting him one time, you die!”
“Well… um… I.. wanted to sting him ten times.”
“My best advice is to be yourself. Unless you’re psychotic, then you might want to try a different tactic.”
He glances around the room and his eyes light on the pile of charity-shop paperbacks on the rickety table. “What about those?”
I shake my head dismissively. “No room for them. I can’t keep books.”
I wonder whether he caught the note of sadness in my voice, because he immediately switches the suit to one hand and gathers the books up under his other arm. “There’s plenty of room in my house for books,” he says briskly and nods as if to emphasise his point. “There’s a couple of titles here that I fancy reading myself.”
Moisture pricks the back of my eyes. Who is this man?
“Quinn looked to the horizon as the cornstalks swayed with the breeze. The corn itself could have been waving hello, or it could have been breathing.”
“And suddenly I realize that making things real is more than just “pretty fun.” Making things real means I feel so many things all at once and on a truly visceral level—deep in my bones and my heart and my soul. And right now, all of those things feel amazing.”
“She was even more beautiful like this, when she didn’t veil her emotions behind formality. Helvig would never have guessed that a girl who seemed carved from ice would melt over something as silly as a common deer.”
“It’s very easy to get a boy to leave the room.
It’s much harder to get him to leave your thoughts.”
“Jason struck out the first, second, and third batters.
“Do not go talk to him,” Bird said.
“No problem.”
“Don’t even look at him,” she said.
“Now, that I can’t do. He’s so cute.”