Truth was a changing display in a shop window, manipulated by hands when you weren‘t looking, alluring and ever out of reach.

PICK PICK PICK PICK PICK. Finished this one days ago and I'm still not over it. A must read.

I started this on a whim and I could not put it down. One of the best things I have read in quite some time.

"Human knowledge is never contained in one person. It grows from the relationships we create between each other and the world, and still it is never complete."

The feeling that she had never really lived in this world caught her by surprise. It was a fact. She had never lived. Even as a child, as far back as she could remember, she had done nothing but endure. She had believed in her own inherent goodness, her humanity, and lived accordingly, never causing anyone harm.

Maybe there is a law after all. Of nature. Like gravity. An unwritten axiom that governs our emotional dealings. What you do comes back to you with twice the force, fuck it, three times the force. We are not punished for our sins we are punished by them.

I used to be afraid of dying. Now I‘m afraid of not living. There‘s a difference. We go through life planning for a future, but sometimes that future never comes.

A favorite of mine that I've been itching to reread! I flew through this the first time I read it. Such an amazing piece of literature.

Currently reading and really loving so far.

It's my experience that people are a lot more sympathetic if they can see you hurting, and for the millionth time in my life I wish for measles or smallpox or some other easily understood disease just to make it easier on me and also on them.

I enjoyed some aspects of this one, but I found it to have underdeveloped characters and it was predictable. I found myself unsympathetic to the main character at times and longing for more developed relationships and insight into the family dynamics.

"Love is like the sea. It's a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and it's different with every shore."

"History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake."

"Don't you ever get the feeling that all your life is going by and you're not taking advantage of it? Do you realize you've lived nearly half the time you have to live already?"

"Dare to be strong and courageous. That is the road. Venture anything. Be brave enough to dare to be loved. Be something more than man or woman. Be Tandy."

"As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again."

"There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something. You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after."

Finally getting around to starting this. I've heard great and creepy things!

This was a heartbreaking read, but also an important one. Sue recounts events of her son's life, the tragedy at Columbine, & the aftermath, all while trying to come to terms with what her son did & mourn the loss of her child.

I was really excited to read this, but I found that it was too similar to Speak. I also found the characters to be unsympathetic and underdeveloped. It started out strong but ultimately fell flat. Unfortunately, this one was not for me.

"The giant, once well buried, now stirs. When soon he rises, as surely he will, the friendly bonds between us will prove as knots young girls make with the stems of small flowers."

"In one split second I saw everything I could be, everything I want to be. And all that I'm not."

"She was so tired of the old way of telling stories, all those too-worn narrative paths, the familiar plot thickets, the fat social novels. She needed something messier, something sharper, something like a bomb going off."

"But really, they did it because every human being has a basic instinct to help each other out. It might not seem that way sometimes, but it‘s true."

"Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something."

"Are stories true?"...
"They're magic, they're not about real people walking around today."
"So they're fake?"
"No, no. Stories are a different kind of true."

"I wanted everything because I didn't want anything enough."

This book. What a read. The meticulous details, the way the plot unfolds, the twists and turns. I still can't get over this book, and it's been months.

"Life is made of so many moments that mean nothing. Then one day, a single moment comes along to define every second that comes after. Such moments are tests of courage, of strength."

My current read. It captured my attention right away, and so far I haven't been able to put it down! It's quite a creepy page turner.

"But I have a new love for that glittering instrument, the human soul. It is a lovely and unique thing in the universe. It is always attacked and never destroyed - because 'Thou mayest."