There's a strange sort of quiet when you're dying. It's as if you're in a glass room, and the walls keep getting thicker and thicker.
Gabrielle ZevinIt was a nice day, and I don't mean that it was sunny either. It was humid and not too cool, like winter was getting annoyed with itself and wanted it to be spring just as much as everyone else.
Gabrielle ZevinI wondered if the person who really loves you is the person who knows all your stories, the person who WANTS to know all your stories.
Gabrielle Zevin