Habits Quote by Michael Faudet

“She tucked the stiff envelope into her pocket and it pressed against her leg all day, reminding her that she had been written to,…

— Rosie Alison

“She carried a notebook with her everywhere and brimmed with ideas. She often woke in the night and switched on the light to scribble…

— Josephine Moon

“She had long since lost the sense of her dresses and skirts and blouses; they were rote phrases of rayon and cotton that she…

— Michael Chabon

“She’s like poetry. Like prose and love letters and lyrics, cascading down the center of a page.”

— Colleen Hoover

“Her life was more like a series of tattered Post-it notes with hastily scribbled goals written in dull pencil. Some of them stuck. Lots…

— Tracy Brogan

“She'd put the envelope Tibby had left for her unopened in her underwear drawer. At first it was so she would see it there,…

— Ann Brashares

“...after our weekly trip to the library, she cleared the top of her dresser and set out her week's reading, stood them on their…

— Eleanor Brown

“She let her mind drift, thinking about new lingerie designs, wishing she'd brought along her sketchpad. Inspiration could strike at the most inconvenient times--in…

— Heather Barbieri

“envelope she’d let fall to her lap, standing out so glaringly white against the skirt of her black bombazine gown, might contain a letter…

— Danice Allen

“Wooed by a vivid cover, she picked one up and leafed through it. She loved thee way it smelled, the ink, the fine paper,…

— Elizabeth Brundage

“Her mind was like her room, in which lights advanced and retreated, came pirouetting and stepping delicately, spread their tails, pecked their way; and…

— Virginia Woolf

“Behind the counter, I slouched on my stool in the sun and sucked up the summer as If I could hold every drop of…

— Maggie Stiefvater