“She smiles at me and it sends a warm summer breeze around the room.” — Jandy Nelson Breeze Copy Share Image
“Who knows if [maybe] destiny is just how you tell yourself the story of your life?” — Jandy Nelson Destiny Copy Share Image
People die, I think, but your relationship with them doesn't. It continues and is ever-changing. — Jandy Nelson Our relationship Copy Share Image
Dreams change, yes, that makes sense, but I didn't know dreams could hide inside a person. — Jandy Nelson Dream Copy Share Image
“His face is more open than an open book, like a wall of graffiti really. I realize I'm writing wow on my… — Jandy Nelson Books Copy Share Image
“Nor that he's regarding my face with the same intensity I am his. We're two paintings staring at each other across a… — Jandy Nelson Art Copy Share Image
The first thing I notice is the sky, so full of blue and the kind of brilliant white clouds that make you… — Jandy Nelson Blue Copy Share Image
Years ago, I was crashed in gram’s garden and Big asked me what I was doing. I told him I was looking… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
“I want my sister. I want to hurl a building at God. I take a breath and exhale with enough force to… — Jandy Nelson Sister Copy Share Image
It’s never occurred to me that the stars are still up there shining even in the daytime when we can’t see them. — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
For the first time in our lives, I’m somewhere she can’t find, and I don’t have the map to give her that… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
Grief and love are conjoined, you don't get one without the other. All I can do is love her, and love the… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
This is our story to tell. You’d think for all the reading I do, I would have thought about this before, but… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
“If only words hadn't eluded me today, if only I yelled back at him: I do get it! I get that as… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
“Before they can grin there fake smiles, I mumble something about a toilet, laugh a second too late at some joke, and… — Jandy Nelson Fake smiles Copy Share Image
Second novels are bears. As are other people's expectations for them. I think taking the time you need with the second book… — Jandy Nelson Bears Copy Share Image
I grew up with older brothers, adore them, can't imagine going through life without them, and I definitely think I draw on… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
All her knowledge is gone now. Everything she ever learned, or heard, or saw. Her particular way of looking at Hamlet or… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
“I’ve never once thought about the interpretative, the storytelling aspect of life, of my life. I always felt like I was in… — Jandy Nelson Books Copy Share Image
I do find the sibling connection endlessly fascinating, as I do all family dynamics. I like how siblings seem to create their… — Jandy Nelson Brotherhood Copy Share Image
“Quick make a wish. Take a (second or third or fourth) chance. Remake the world.” — Jandy Nelson Inspirational Copy Share Image
It's such a colossal effort not to be haunted by what's lost, but to be enchanted by what was. — Jandy Nelson Effort Copy Share Image
In one split second I saw everything I could be, everything I want to be. And all that I'm not. — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
Sometimes you think you know things, know things very deeply, only to realize you don't know a damn thing. — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
“Each time someone dies, a library burns by John Lennon "the Sky is everywhere” — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
“What do you do when the worst thing that can happen actually happens?” — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
“During the day, everyone talks in colors instead of sounds. It’s so quiet.” — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
That's exactly it—I am crazy sad, and somewhere deep inside, all I want is to fly. — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
“Mom has a massive sunflower for a soul so big there's hardly any room in her for organs.” — Jandy Nelson Flower Copy Share Image
The guy's life drunk, I think, makes Candide look like a sourpuss. Does he even know that death exists? — Jandy Nelson Candide Copy Share Image
The architecture of my sister's thinking, now phantom. I fall down stairs that are nothing but air. — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image