Bloom Quotes

“The modern world is severely lacking in magic, and those who crave it are at a constant disadvantage because they are desperate and it’s in short supply. Some places—amusement parks, country fairs, museums, old bookstores—can temporarily fill the void, but there will always be people who check every armoire for a door to Narnia, every rabbit hole for a road to Wonderland.”
― Delilah S. Dawson, Bloom

“She read somewhere once that if you walked through life like you were shooting lasers out of your breasts, you would exude power.”
― Delilah S. Dawson, Bloom

“People are difficult—they don’t always tell the truth, much less know the truth—but books are honest.”
― Delilah S. Dawson, Bloom

“The girl’s eyes brighten, and she smiles like a cat—she has a crooked canine. Ro wants to lick it. And she doesn’t know what to do with that information”
― Delilah S. Dawson, Bloom

“Words are her world, and yet she is speechless. This happens sometimes. She understands books so much better than she understands people.”
― Delilah S. Dawson, Bloom

“Ro would like to be breezy, but she seems to swing between periods of dedicated, obsessive effort and slothlike, stubborn inertia.”
― Delilah S. Dawson, Bloom

“There is Disney World, and then there is the speed bump in her neighborhood, and only one makes her want to return again and again.”
― Delilah S. Dawson, Bloom

“Every writer, after all, needs a muse.”
― Delilah S. Dawson, Bloom

“She still feels seventeen inside, not nearly old enough to be responsible for anything needier than her cat.”
― Delilah S. Dawson, Bloom

“She’s so buoyant in class that one of her students, a lackadaisical athlete who’s happy with Cs, asks her if she’s high. “I’m high on life, Brayden,” she tells him.”
― Delilah S. Dawson, Bloom

“Ro is the kind of optimist who was disappointed to discover that the only alchemy behind the hedonistic glory of a handcrafted Starbucks frappé is three pumps of mass-produced sugar syrup, and she suspects that things here are more genuine somehow.”
― Delilah S. Dawson, Bloom

“Ro wonders if, as time goes by, she’ll be welcomed into that world. What would it be like, to move in with Ash and wake up to feed the chickens and hunt for eggs with Anon twining around her bare ankles? How would it feel to see her clothes hanging in the closet beside Ash’s pastel dresses, her shoes lined up with Ash’s boots? She imagines there would be a pleasant feeling of companionship, a sense of completeness. Not the uneven partnership of a man and a woman who fit together like two puzzle pieces, but instead two vines twining together, reaching for the sun. Ash mixes up the metaphors in Ro’s head, envelops her thoughts until Ro finds herself struggling for the right word. She is obsessed, she is compelled, she is called. She is a selkie, and Ash has her skin. It’s infuriating and delicious and easy and challenging and tumultuous and she is hungry for more.”
― Delilah S. Dawson, Bloom

“She has always longed to be effortless—effortlessly cool, effortlessly confident, effortlessly thin.”
― Delilah S. Dawson, Bloom

“If you get attached to a chicken, it’s still going to die, sooner or later. It’s a waste, not eating it, even if it was your favorite.”
― Delilah S. Dawson, Bloom

“Their eyes meet with an electric shock, and she feels seen, she feels known. She feels magic.”
― Delilah S. Dawson, Bloom

“This place feels like Stardust and A Midsummer Night’s Dream and Labyrinth had an orgy and popped out a slightly bougie baby behind a baseball field.”
― Delilah S. Dawson, Bloom

“The greenhouse comes into view looking like something Neil Gaiman built with his words.”
― Delilah S. Dawson, Bloom

“always preferred books to other children. People are difficult—they don’t always tell the truth, much less know the truth—but books are honest.” Ro doesn’t want to stop having this”
― Delilah S. Dawson, Bloom