Category: bookquote

They were trapped, by environment and finances…

They were trapped, by environment and finances, but mostly by the sick, twisted love that bound her parents together

Books are the mile markers of my life. Some pe…

Books are the mile markers of my life. Some people have family photos or home movies to record their past. I’ve got books. Characters. For as long as I can remember, books have been my safe place

Like all motherless girls, Leni would become a…

Like all motherless girls, Leni would become an emotional explorer, trying to uncover the lost part of her, the mother who carried and nurtured and loved her. Leni would become both mother and child; to her, mama would still grow and age. She would never be gone, not as long as Leni remembered her.

Leni had never known anyone who had died befor…

Leni had never known anyone who had died before. She had seen death on television and read about it in her beloved books, but now she saw the truth of it. In literature, death was many things – a message, catharsis, retribution. There were deaths that came from a beating heart that stopped and deaths of another kind, a choice made, like Frodo going to the Grey Havens. Death made you cry, filled you with sadness, but in the best of her books, there was peace, too, satisfaction, a sense of the story ending as it should.

In real life, she saw, it wasn’t like that. It was sadness opening up inside of you, changing how you saw the world.

Like all fairy tales, theirs was filled with t…

Like all fairy tales, theirs was filled with thickets and dark places and broken dreams, and runaway girls.

Love and fear. The most destructive forces on …

Love and fear. The most destructive forces on earth. Fear had turned her inside out, love had made her stupid.

A girl was like a kite; without her mother&rsq…

A girl was like a kite; without her mother’s strong, steady hold on the string, she might just float away, be lost somewhere among the clouds.

What is a monster? Is it a scary ghoul hiding …

What is a monster? Is it a scary ghoul hiding behind the bedroom door? Is it some sort of beast with sharp fangs? No. Those things don’t exist. Monsters are men and women just like us, and they have the ability to hide their true face.

People talk about losing control of themselves…

People talk about losing control of themselves all the time, whether it’s from drink, drugs, passion, or anger. But they don’t know what it’s truly like to lose control, and I’m not talking about my emotions, but about my life. I lost control of my life. Everything around me fell apart while I remained the impotent bystander.

I’ve heard it said that you can only control yourself and how you behave in any given setting. You can never control the circumstances around you. You can’t control how other people react, only how you, yourself, act. That’s the great tragedy of life. One moment everything is perfect and the next it’s all in tatters because of the circumstances happening all around you.

There’s the kind of love that’s un…

There’s the kind of love that’s unhealthy, all-consuming. You give up entirely who you are for the other person.. And the other kind of love is freeing. You’re seamless when you’er with the person you love unfathomably– but never invisible.