“She ate toast in bed, then reread a favorite book, taking comfort from a story where she knew the outcome would be good and just and right.”
“Tears flooded her eyes and her heart beat heavily, but she knew it would be all right, because she knew that in the end the kind of power that was in these Books would never let her down.”
“But no matter where I went, what I was running from would still be with me—Kat. She wasn’t just back in the house, in that bed. She was with me now, inside me. And there was no outrunning that.”
“She was also, by the standards of other people, lost. She would not see it like that. She knew where she was, it was just that everywhere else didn't.”
“When she came to write her story, she would wonder when the books and the words started to mean not just something, but everything.”
“Cakes are like books: There are new ones you want to read and old favorites you want to reread.”