“I never knew words could be so confusing,” Milo said to Tock as he bent down to scratch the dog’s ear.
“Only when you use a lot to say a little,” answered Tock.
Milo thought this was quite the wisest thing he’d heard all day.
– Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth
It was a feeling I’d woken up with one morning, a kind of whirring in my ears and an instability to the world, like things were coming to a head. I faced myself in the bathroom mirror and looked into my eyes, wondering if I would see something new in them, something crackling and different. I felt strong, as if every muscle in my body was taut and lean, not creaky and bony anymore.
– Sarah Dessen, That Summer
He moved through our house now with the ease of someone who no longer considered himself a guest, no sidestepping knickknacks and perching on the edges of furniture but walking easily across the floors as if he belonged there.
– Sarah Dessen, That Summer
Math plus desire equals who you are.
– Alice Hoffman, Practical Magic, page 163
Version:
Paperback, Reissue, 286 pages
Published August 5th 2003 by Penguin
It doesn’t matter what people tell you. It doesn’t matter what they might say. Sometimes you have to leave home. Sometimes, running away means you’re headed in the right direction.
– Alice Hoffman, Practical Magic, page 56
Version:
Paperback, Reissue, 286 pages
Published August 5th 2003 by Penguin
The worst moments in life are heralded by small observations. The tiny lump on your side that wasn’t there before. Coming home to your wife and seeing two wine glasses in the sink. Anytime you hear “We interrupt this program . . .”
– Andy Weir, The Martian, page 225
Version:
Hardcover, US / CAN Edition, 369 pages
Published February 11th 2014 by Crown
My asshole is doing as much to keep me alive as my brain.
– Andy Weir, The Martian, page 14
Version:
Hardcover, US / CAN Edition, 369 pages
Published February 11th 2014 by Crown
Cath snapped the book shut — the cat barely got his tail out in time. “Are you here for a reason, Cheshire?”
“Why, yes, I would enjoy a cup of tea. I take mine with lots of cream, and no tea. Thank you.”
– Marissa Meyer, Heartless, page 199
Version:
Hardcover, 453 pages
Published November 8th 2016 by Feiwel & Friends
She received fine silk gloves and music boxes and even a curled lock of prickly white hair tied with a red velvet ribbon. That particularly appalling gift had even come with a poem:
Roses are red, violets are blue,
I would even trim my mustache for you!She had memorized the short stanza against her will and the words had nauseated her on multiple occasions since.
– Marissa Meyer, Heartless, page 196
Version:
Hardcover, 453 pages
Published November 8th 2016 by Feiwel & Friends
Margaret Mearle, daughter of the Count of Crossroads, had been Catherine’s closest bosom friend since they were toddlers. Unfortunately, they had never much liked each other.
– Marissa Meyer, Heartless, page 20
Version:
Hardcover, 453 pages
Published November 8th 2016 by Feiwel & Friends
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