“She talked like a woman who knew more books than people.”
―
Melissa Albert,
The Hazel Wood
“I remembered less from my own life than I did from the books I read.” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“Everyone is supposed to be a combination of nature and nurture, their true selves shaped by years of friends and fights and parents and dreams and things you did too young and things you overheard that you shouldn’t have and secrets you kept or couldn’t and regrets and victories and quiet prides, all the packed-together detritus that becomes what you call your life.” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“Life was a big thing to live without a map.” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“Hell is caring about other people.” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“Look until the leaves turn red, sew the worlds up with thread. If your journey's left undone, fear the rising of the sun.” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“Life never turns out how you imagine it will when you’re young. Everything is smaller than you think, or too big. It all smells a little funny and fits like somebody else’s shirt.” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“And while they're being told, stories create the energy that makes this world go. They keep our stars in place. They make our grass grow.” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“if you’re not with the book you want, you might as well want the book you’re with.” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“You’re a story, but that doesn’t make you any less true.” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“We were each our own island, gathered together into one messed-up archipelago.” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“When in doubt, the answer is always Death. With a capital D.” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“There are no lessons in it. There's just this harsh, horrible world touched with beautiful magic, where shity things happen. And they don't happen for a reason, or in threes, or in a way that looks like justice. They're set in a place that has no rules and doesn't want any. And the author's voice - - your grandmother's voice - - is perfectly pitiless. She's like a war reporter who doesn't give a fuck.” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“Are all these books doors?''A book is always a door.” ― Melissa Albert, The Night Country
“I walked a block on rubbery knees, feeling the way I did the time a van clipped my bike and sent me reeling into a line of parked cars. Ella had dropped her cigarette and jumped on the fallen bike, screaming at the top of her lungs as she sped after the car. Bleeding in three places, I watched her go, glad she knew I'd rather have retribution than comfort.” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“Usually when I looked at people too long I started seeing them as component parts: Bony noses. Eyeballs in sockets. Odd cartilage curve of ears and fingers so strange and overevolved and makeup floating just over the skin and what the hell was with pants, and knees, and how did we walk around like all of this was normal?” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“My love he wooed meMy love he slew meMy love he buried my bones His love he married His love I buried My love now wanders alone ” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“Some bitch? She was my girlfriend for eight months. It's so ugly when girls call each other that word.""Oh, my god, Finch, go get a liberal arts degree.” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“I wanted my mom, in a way you maybe can’t ever want anyone else. It was primal and sharp and it made me feel like a needle in the haystack of a cold and terrible world. I wanted my mom.” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“I remembered less from my own life than I did from the books I read.” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“Everyone is supposed to be a combination of nature and nurture, their true selves shaped by years of friends and fights and parents and dreams and things you did too young and things you overheard that you shouldn’t have and secrets you kept or couldn’t and regrets and victories and quiet prides, all the packed-together detritus that becomes what you call your life.” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“Life was a big thing to live without a map.” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“Hell is caring about other people.” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“Look until the leaves turn red, sew the worlds up with thread. If your journey's left undone, fear the rising of the sun.” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“Life never turns out how you imagine it will when you’re young. Everything is smaller than you think, or too big. It all smells a little funny and fits like somebody else’s shirt.” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“And while they're being told, stories create the energy that makes this world go. They keep our stars in place. They make our grass grow.” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“if you’re not with the book you want, you might as well want the book you’re with.” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“You’re a story, but that doesn’t make you any less true.” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“We were each our own island, gathered together into one messed-up archipelago.” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“When in doubt, the answer is always Death. With a capital D.” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“There are no lessons in it. There's just this harsh, horrible world touched with beautiful magic, where shity things happen. And they don't happen for a reason, or in threes, or in a way that looks like justice. They're set in a place that has no rules and doesn't want any. And the author's voice - - your grandmother's voice - - is perfectly pitiless. She's like a war reporter who doesn't give a fuck.” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“Are all these books doors?''A book is always a door.” ― Melissa Albert, The Night Country
“I walked a block on rubbery knees, feeling the way I did the time a van clipped my bike and sent me reeling into a line of parked cars. Ella had dropped her cigarette and jumped on the fallen bike, screaming at the top of her lungs as she sped after the car. Bleeding in three places, I watched her go, glad she knew I'd rather have retribution than comfort.” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“Usually when I looked at people too long I started seeing them as component parts: Bony noses. Eyeballs in sockets. Odd cartilage curve of ears and fingers so strange and overevolved and makeup floating just over the skin and what the hell was with pants, and knees, and how did we walk around like all of this was normal?” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“My love he wooed meMy love he slew meMy love he buried my bones His love he married His love I buried My love now wanders alone ” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“Some bitch? She was my girlfriend for eight months. It's so ugly when girls call each other that word.""Oh, my god, Finch, go get a liberal arts degree.” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
“I wanted my mom, in a way you maybe can’t ever want anyone else. It was primal and sharp and it made me feel like a needle in the haystack of a cold and terrible world. I wanted my mom.” ― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
