“She smells of her cooking and the perfume Eau d'Hadrien. My mother wore it, too. She used to cook, like Lili. Our house smelled of garlic and thyme instead of sadness.” — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
“Yves G. Bonnard, archivero jefe, alias el Poderoso Oz, alias el Gran Inquisidor, alias el Anticristo.” — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
“She wanted to scream her grief to the skies and wail like an animal, but she couldn't.” — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
“ As sure as the seabirds in flight, As sure as the endless deep blue, My love is as certain as sunrise. I vow… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
Cripes Miss Wilcox, they're not guns,' I said. No, they're not Mattie, they're books. And a hundred times more dangerous. — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
He loves the sparkling fountains and their cascades and says the strangest things as he watches them. they look like stars breaking. Or, They… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
Men are the weak ones, luv. Didn't you know? Oh, you make a lot of noise, but its the women who are strong. Where… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
“It's kind of beautiful, this scary world. I still want to go out of it as soon as possible, but when I look around… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
“Cry your grief to God. Howl to the heavens. Tear your shirt. Your hair. Your flesh. Gouge your eyes. Carve out your heart. And… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
“Humans are selfish creatures who can always be counted on to do the wrong thing.” — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
DNA tells you all the secrets of life,’ he used to say. Except for one—how to live it. — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
Because beautiful things never last. Not roses nor snow… And not fireworks, either — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
