Libby Lost and Found Quotes

“It's my favorite word," she says. "Falling" conveys this sense of excitement and danger and feeling out of control. But there's also something so hopeful about it- you can fall in love, for instance. Or into good luck. Or a pile of crisp autumn leaves.”
― Stephanie Booth, Libby Lost and Found

“Sometimes it's okay to believe and not know why.”
― Stephanie Booth, Libby Lost and Found

“Aren't you the one who writes happy endings? Write one for yourself.”
― Stephanie Booth, Libby Lost and Found

“...for now at least, the hope that suddenly fills Libby's heart is larger and lighter than the cells that are dying by the thousands inside her brain.”
― Stephanie Booth, Libby Lost and Found

“Nothing plugs a hole in the head like peanut butter.”
― Stephanie Booth, Libby Lost and Found

“... panic attacks happen hours, days, sometimes weeks after her anxiety spikes- a build-up of stress hormones erupting in her brain like a messy baking soda volcano.”
― Stephanie Booth, Libby Lost and Found

“Everyone has their own shit. Just in different flavors.”
― Stephanie Booth, Libby Lost and Found

“Out of her imagination sprang flesh and bones. More importantly, their story became a place for her to hide.”
― Stephanie Booth, Libby Lost and Found

“Dying is hardest on the people watching it happen.”
― Stephanie Booth, Libby Lost and Found

“... who know how long she has before her brain turns to mush instead of mushy around the edges?”
― Stephanie Booth, Libby Lost and Found

“She doesn't know what she would do without Rolf. He is everything she aspires to be; Steady. Friendly. Unworried.”
― Stephanie Booth, Libby Lost and Found

“Today Libby's mind is a clean glass pitcher ready to fill.”
― Stephanie Booth, Libby Lost and Found

“She is insignificant. Unless she has stories in her head, and right now, Libby has none.”
― Stephanie Booth, Libby Lost and Found

“Libby isn't cut out to have children, even fictional ones.”
― Stephanie Booth, Libby Lost and Found

“There are two types of people in the world. Those who eat the cookie when it crumbles—and those who choke.”
― Stephanie Booth, Libby Lost and Found

“Never harm when you can help. Never stop when you can go. Never wrong when you can right.”
― Stephanie Booth, Libby Lost and Found

“There’s always a ‘lie’ in what we believe, an ‘if’ in life, and an ‘end’ in friends,”
― Stephanie Booth, Libby Lost and Found

“She hopes they know in their make-believe hearts that she would never abandon them. Not on purpose anyway.”
― Stephanie Booth, Libby Lost and Found

“Libby has not yet told the Children that she is sick. Or wants to die. She doesn’t want them to think it’s their fault, although surely, they know something is wrong. She has caught them sneaking sideways glances at one another—when she accidentally referred to the Unstopping as the “Unmoving” for an entire chapter, for instance, or forgot Everlee’s allergy to shellfish and had her wolf down a plate of clams. Libby wonders where the Children are and what they overhear when she is at the doctor’s office.”
― Stephanie Booth, Libby Lost and Found

“If we only lived in sunshine, we’d get soaked by the sight of storm clouds.”
― Stephanie Booth, Libby Lost and Found

“Neither Huperzine nor Benjamin has much of an appetite, and eating the word “hope” isn’t nearly as satisfying as feeling it, but they choke down the spiky letters anyway.”
― Stephanie Booth, Libby Lost and Found

“It could take years,” the doctor says, trying to help. But because he only knows Libby as his four-thirty patient, not the real Libby, he doesn’t realize this is the wrong thing to say. She begins crying, sobbing really, curling into a ball on the chair, her knees pinned to her chest. Her sneakers are caked with mud from the run she took this morning with Rolf. Clumps break free and disappear into the thicket of carpet below. This is what will happen to you, Libby thinks. Little by little, you, too, will fall away.”
― Stephanie Booth, Libby Lost and Found

“Libby’s thoughts grow wings and beaks in their haste to flap away from her. How did I not know? This isn’t happening. Should I still buy a new toaster? This isn’t happening. I don’t have anyone to tell. This isn’t happening. Dying has always terrified Libby, but she’s expected a bus to come careening wildly around a corner, some forty years from now. She feels betrayed that the process has, in fact, already started. The bus is moving toward her.”
― Stephanie Booth, Libby Lost and Found

“Dementia,” the doctor says again. “What we call early-onset dementia. You’re the youngest case I’ve seen.”
― Stephanie Booth, Libby Lost and Found

“When she looks up again, the neurologist is sitting behind his desk. Libby can tell by his eyes that he’s been there for a while. He takes off his glasses, like doctors do when they have bad news, then says many words. She is surprised none of them are “meningioma.” But one is “dementia.” “Excuse me?” Libby sits forward in her chair. “Could you repeat that?”
― Stephanie Booth, Libby Lost and Found

“Libby doesn’t do well under pressure. All that came to mind was rutabaga. “Is that even a vegetable?” Libby asked, spinning the top button of her shirt between her fingers. “It doesn’t matter.” The doctor typed something into his computer. “Keep going.” Hesitation. Then: “Rutabaga?” Libby asked. Today, five weeks later, she will officially be told what is preventing her from recalling green beans and Brussels sprouts on demand. But because she does not like waiting—not for food in restaurants, not to “get to know” people, and definitely not for the endings of books, even her own—she has googled her symptoms and deduced the problem herself. She is sure she has a rubbery tumor called a meningioma lurking in her brain.”
― Stephanie Booth, Libby Lost and Found