1
There were so many Jacks she had known, and he had known so many Hazels. And maybe she wasn't going to be able to know all the Jacks that there would be. But all the Hazels that ever would be would have Jack in them, somewhere.Anne Ursu
2
She just eyed them coolly, as if they were nothing to her, as if their nothingness surprised and slightly repelled her.Anne Ursu
3
She looked at her shelves, filled with books in which the bad stuff that happened to people was caused by things like witches who lured people into the woods. In a weird way, the world seemed to make more sense that way.Anne Ursu
4
Now, the world is more than it seems to be. You know this, of course, because you read stories. You understand that there is the surface and then there are all the things that glimmer and shift underneath it. And you know that not everyone believes in those things, that there are people–a great many people–who believe the world cannot be any more than what they can see with their eyes. But we know better.Anne Ursu
5
His words sounded foolish to his own ears. He was not impressive. He was small like the world.Anne Ursu
6
What are you supposed to do when something like that happens? Do you hold on or let go?Anne Ursu