"Follow your dreams, Bailey," she says. "Be they Harvard or something else entirely. No matter what that father of your says, or how loudly he might say it. He forgets that he was someone's dream once, himself."
"Follow your dreams, Bailey," she says. "Be they Harvard or something else entirely. No matter what that father of your says, or how loudly he might say it. He forgets that he was someone's dream once, himself."
This is one of the most captivating books I have read in a long while. It is so well plotted, with its little details that return over the course of it. While at first the time hops and narrative switches were confusing, they quickly made it all the more engrossing and enjoyable. I was enchanted!
"I'd ruin any day, all my days, for those long nights with you, and I did."
"And so it is with love. We must believe in it, or we're lost. We may not obtain it, or we may obtain it and find it renders us unhappy; we still must believe in it. If we don't, then we merely surrender to the history of the world and to someone else's truth."
"But I can tell you why to love. Because the history of the world, which stops at the half-house of love to bulldoze it into rubble, is ridiculous without it. The history of the wood becomes brutally self-important without love."
"When he talked politics, it was with me, or my sister, pointing a stray and patient finger at us, saying, 'I don't care about left or righty. It's all nonsense. All I ask of you is this: Be kind. Be decent. And don't be greedy.'"
"Open your eyes and see what you can with them before they close forever."