“And it’s yellow. The way pale yellow should look, like sunshine and butter, mixed with hope and cream.” — 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
