What kind of world is this? And what do you do about it? What do you do when the worst thing that can happen actually happens?
Jandy NelsonDreams change, yes, that makes sense, but I didn't know dreams could hide inside a person.
Jandy NelsonRemember how it was when we kissed? Armfuls and armfuls of light thrown right at us. A rope dropping down from the sky. How can the word love and the word life even fit in the mouth?
Jandy Nelsongrief is a house where the chairs have forgotten how to hold us the mirrors how to reflect us the walls how to contain us grief is a house that disappears each time someone knocks at the door or rings the bell a house that blows into the air at the slightest gust that buries itself deep in the ground while everyone is sleeping grief is a house where no on can protect you where the younger sister will grow older than the older one where the doors no longer let you in or out
Jandy Nelson