Dash & Lily's Book of Dares (Dash & Lily, #1)

by Rachel Cohn

I preferred to hang out with the dead, dying, or desperate books—used we call them, in a way that we’d never call a person, unless we meant it cruelly.

She said those bell people are possibly religious freaks, and we are holiday-only lapsed Catholics who support homosexuality and a woman’s right to choose.

don’t see what’s so “romantic” about spending a week in a tropical paradise with your spouse whom you’ve already seen almost every day for the past quarter century. I can’t imagine anyone ever wanting to be alone with me that much.

I believed I was lucky, and I believed two Christmases were better than one, and I believed even though Santa wasn’t real, my parents could still perform magic. So that’s why it was my best Christmas. Because it was the last one when I really believed.

It was so much cooler to be the weird girl.

I want to believe that my hope is not in vain.

Because I would like the meaning of life explained to me in a prayer, and I would probably flip out, too, if I thought the possibility of attaining this prayer existed, but was out of my reach of understanding.

but because I don’t think meaning is something that can be explained.

It’s moments like this, when you need someone the most, that your world seems smallest.

“I find I very rarely live up to my words.

I need to keep my mind open for what could happen and not decide that the world is hopeless if what I want to happen doesn’t happen.

The important people in our lives leave imprints. They may stay or go in the physical realm, but they are always there in your heart, because they helped form your heart. There’s no getting over that.”

But the universe doesn’t decide what’s right or not right. You do.