Between the Lines

The act of reading is a partnership. The author builds a house, but the reader makes it a home.

I’d much rather pretend I’m somewhere else, and any time I open the pages of a book, that happens.

Just because it's fiction doesn't mean it's any less true.

When she wanted to escape her life, she read books

How do you know that you are not part of a book? That someone's not reading your story right now?

The question is not if you're willing to die for her. The question is, can you live without her?

No one ever asks a kid for her opinion, but it seems to me that growing up means you stop hoping for the best, and start expecting the worst.

Sometimes the key to happiness is just expecting a little bit less

He’s not your typical prince, more like a square peg in a round hole, kind of like me. He’s the sort of guy who wouldn’t mind reading side by side on a date.

Marina sighs. "Love's a tidal wave," she says. "Because it sweeps you off your feet?" I ask. "No. Because it sucks you under and you drown.

Home is not a place, but rather, the people you love

I think that when you live in a world with limits... when you've met everyone and seem everything you're going to see - you lose the hope that something extraordinary will happen in your life

Here's what no one ever tells you about love: it hurts, having your heart broken

Just so you know, when they say "Once upon a time” . . . they’re lying

This was the reason there was music, he realized. There were some feelings that didn't have words big enough to describe them.

Princes don't come around everyday, and happy endings don't grow on trees

What makes a treasure a treasure." Marine replied, "is how rare a find it is, when you need it the most.

I think her flaws make me love her even more. She's not perfect, but she's perfect to me

This must be what an addict feels like, I think, trying to fight the pull of one last, quick read. My fingers itch toward the binding, and finally, with a sigh of regret, I just grab the book and open it, hungrily reading the story.

May I ask you something?" I say. "Why do you read books, when you could be outside, living a million different adventures every day?" "Because you can always count on a book to stay the same. EVerything else changes when you least expect it," she replies, bitter. "Families split apart, and nothing's forever. In books, you always know what's coming next. There are no surprises.

Love's a tidal wave," she says. "Because it sweeps you off your feet?" I ask. "No. Because it sucks you under and you drown." "But sometimes," I point out, "it's the only thing that keeps you afloat.

That's what love is. It's some power greater than you and me, that draws us to one special person

Love is a tidal wave--not because it sweeps you off your feet, but because it pulls you down and drowns you.

It takes two people to make a friendship work

Your hand fits mine like the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle

No one ever asks a kid for her opinion, but it seems to me that growing up means you stop hoping for the best, and start expecting the worst. So how do you tell an adult that maybe everything wrong with the world stems from the fact that she's stopped believing the impossible can happen?

I've never been in love, but I've always imagined it--weirdly--like some sort of OxiClean commercial. The TV host shows a scene from an ordinary day, and then takes a big old sponge soaked in love and swipes away the stains. Suddenly that same scene is missing all the mistakes, all the loneliness. The colors are like jewels, ten times richer than they were before. The music is louder and clearer. "Love," the host will say, "makes life a little brighter.

When you have been burned by fire once, you don't leap into the flames again.