I know I’m not inspiring much confidence at this point, but there’s something else I thought I’d bring up.” She lifted her eyes to him. “I love you more than I love books.
Forgiveness is tricky, Alexis, because in the end it’s more about you than it’s about the person who’s being forgiven.
On everyone’s lap rested a book. Any book. In case the wedding got boring.
Brave isn’t something you are. It’s something you do.
There’s death all around us. Everywhere we look. 1.8 people kill themselves every second. We just don’t pay attention. Until we do.
She delighted in the smell of the ink, the rough feel of the paper between her fingers, the rustle of sweet pages, the shapes of letters before her eyes.
Armies aren’t very good about carrying libraries with them. I can’t imagine why. We’d fight so much less if everyone would juste sit down and read.
Because he was English and that’s what the English do under stress: they drink tea.
Everything changes. That’s the only constant.
This is going to sound trite, I suppose, but you never know when it’s going to be the last time. That you hug someone. That you kiss. That you say goodbye.
And most of all, she loved the way books could transport her from her otherwise mundane and stifling life and offer the experiences of a hundred other lives.
Who on earth could feel comfortable enough to sleep in a room with no books? Edward.
All the best things are like that, though, Lex, the most beautiful things. Part of the beauty comes from the fact that they’re short-lived.
You never know when it’s going to be the last time.
I’m so hungry I could eat a horse. Oh. Sorry, G. Not you, of course.
Dearest Jane, Sorry I made you marry a horse. Your father-in-law is trying to kill me. Send help.
You don’t know until you know.
Through books she could see the world.
What my wife desires – and what you should have guessed, had you paid attention – is bookcases. And books, of course, to fill them. Not more decorations or useless items. She wants books.
You should try to be nicer to the other horses. You’re herd animals. Who will you run with if he goes back to tell the others of your two-faced personality? Who will you compare apple notes with? Soon you won’t have any friends but me.