“People forget your face after a book tour or an infrequent appearance on Letterman, but put your face on your books and you're handing them your life. They presume to know what you think or who you are.” — Katherine Reay Copy Share Image
“Time was never neutral and often felt dangerous. We either think we have all the time in the world or time moves too fast… — Katherine Reay Copy Share
“People forget your face after a book tour or an infrequent appearance on Letterman, but put your face on your books and you're handing… — Katherine Reay Copy Share
“My mom used to have her own hymnal. It was as marked up as her Bible. She sang in the church choir for years.… — Katherine Reay Copy Share
“Music is math, and one you understand that…How can anyone not be in awe? It’s the audible expression behind the laws of the universe.… — Katherine Reay Copy Share
“Do you ever feel like there are plans for you? Not ones you make, but plans for good that will come about if you… — Katherine Reay Copy Share
“Maybe that's what love is—sacrificing yourself to save another, taking the insult or taking the hit.” — Katherine Reay Copy Share
“Love spills out of these people. That's what I want. Settling for anything less is a lie.” — Katherine Reay Copy Share
“And it’s yellow. The way pale yellow should look, like sunshine and butter, mixed with hope and cream.” — Katherine Reay Copy Share
“My new favorite title is How Jane Austen Ruined My Life . I don't have the courage to read it, though. I'm afraid to… — Katherine Reay Copy Share
“He said that how people treat you is only 10 percent about you and 90 percent about them, so you need to be careful… — Katherine Reay Copy Share
“There was nothing “bright and sparkling” about this one. It was subdued, almost melancholy. Heroine Anne Elliot, perhaps my favorite of the Austen women… — Katherine Reay Copy Share
“I’ve heard all sorts of things about a kiss (melting, fireworks, music), but no one ever told me it’s a conversation: asking, accepting, deciding,… — Katherine Reay Copy Share
“Whenever I doubted the saying that hate wasn’t the opposite of love, I thought of Isabel’s father and remembered—indifference was.” — Katherine Reay Copy Share
