Jennifer E. Smith Quotes

The morning felt like a mixing bowl just waiting for its ingredients; there was a sense of possibility to it, a promise of something more to come.

Is it possible not to ever know your type--not to even know you have a type--until quite suddenly you do?

The idea that their paths might have easily not crossed leaves her breathless, like a near-miss accident on a highway, and she can't help marveling at the sheer randomness of it all. Like any survivor of chance, she feels a quick rush of thankfulness, part adrenaline and part hope.

Hi,' he says.'Hi,' she says back, and then to her great surprise, she begins to cry.'You know,' Nick says as he hands her a tissue from the bedside table,' for all this talk about how you don't cry, you sure are sprouting a lot of water.

As if it were far easier to start over completely than to try to put everything back together again.

they'd become unaccustomed to the brightness of their own city, and, faced with it now in all its intensity, they cupped their hands over their eyes as if staring into the sun.

Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him."You looked like you needed some help."Hadley just stares at him."And this way it's perfectly legal," he adds with a grin.

He was giving her the most important thing he could, the only way he knew how. He was a professor, a lover of stories, and he was building her a library in the same way other men might build their daughters houses.