After Hours at Dooryard Books Quotes

“Outside these doors is chaos. Appalling men are elected president. Every day's headlines are worse than the last. All year, it's been like that, and it isn't getting better. But it will. Meanwhile, there are donuts and a pot of coffee and work to be done: maybe not enough to tip the scales but there anyway.”
― Cat Sebastian, After Hours at Dooryard Books

“I realize this is wildly hypocritical of me,” Nathaniel says. “But even though I’m very much against emotions when they happen to me, I think it’s possible that refusing to feel anything at all fucks you up fairly comprehensively in the long run.”
― Cat Sebastian, After Hours at Dooryard Books

“And yet Patrick still believes the United States is worth something, despite Hiroshima, despite the Ku Klux Klan, despite this war and despite practically every page of every newspaper on the desk in front of him. He believes it, not because it's true, but because he wants it to be true, because he wants to believe the people in the streets and the people in this building will come out on top. He wants to believe that enough people want to do the right thing.”
― Cat Sebastian, After Hours at Dooryard Books

“Turning dissidents into criminals is the thin end of the wedge. It always is. The next thing you know there’s a secret police.”
― Cat Sebastian, After Hours at Dooryard Books

“I can’t imagine what you’re talking about.” “It was in this very room,” Patrick says, pointing at his desk, “that you lectured me about emotional honesty.” It wasn’t a lecture, and it wasn’t about emotional honesty—Nathaniel’s not sure he could even say emotional honesty with a straight face—but rather about how repressing grief can make you go crazy, but none of that is important right now.”
― Cat Sebastian, After Hours at Dooryard Books

“The kiss is soft and slow, worryingly tender, a kiss under a yellow porch light at the end of a date. It’s a kiss by the luggage carousel, after someone’s finally come back. It’s the sort of kiss Patrick has always known is for other people.”
― Cat Sebastian, After Hours at Dooryard Books