I'd had nearly four years of experience looking at these clocks, but their sluggishness never ceased to surprise. If I am ever told that I have one day to live, I will head straight to the hallowed halls of Winter Park High School, where a day has been known to last a thousand years.

Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you? But I always wonder about that. If people could see me the way I see myself—if they could live in my memories—would anyone, anyone, love me?

Everything that comes together falls apart.

I've read a lot of bad books. I used to review books for a living, and when you're a reviewer you read tons of terrible books.

That is, to me at least, one of the most helpful and useful things books do for us: They are generous enough to allow us to choose what matters to us.

Reading forces you to be quiet in a world that no longer makes place for that.

She was not an adventure, she was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl.