Keith Donohue Quotes

The bed in which we spend a third of our lives functions as a kind of protective haven for the true self, the subconscious refuge from the assault of the external world. The bed becomes the restorative womb, where the imagination is nurtured while our resting bodies are safe.

The flickering candlelight conspired with the silence, and we only interrupted each other's reading to share a casual delight.

The few other shoppers were women like herself. Widows, perhaps, but grandmothers surely, out hunting for birthday gifts or bargains to store away for next winter. They shuffled in a daze from bin to bin, and Margaret read in every face some suffering or disappointment, their hopes and dreams marked down, 40 percent off.

Love makes us do wicked things.

Had you not been born, you would not know that it is like to be alive, and without life, death is impossible to understand.

Love is the madness which allows us to believe in magic.

Imaginary friends often leave without warning.

He could be alone with her, but it was difficult learning to be alone without her.

Why do we believe in things we cannot see?

I followed her into the library. The pale light from our chamber below dissipated in the room, but I could still make out – my heart leapt at the sight – row after row, shelf above shelf, floor to ceiling, a city of books. Speck turned to me and asked, Now, what shall we read first?

In the dream house, the boy listened for the monster under his bed.

He put his life on hold as he waited for his life to begin.

I am gone and am not coming back, but I remember everything.

Ben Farmer brings a legend to life in Evangeline, evoking with grace and panache the travails of the Acadians in mid-eighteenth century America from Nova Scotia to New Orleans. Farmer is a wonderful storyteller, and readers won't soon forget this tale of love and fortitude. Simply riveting.

I beg you to understand and accept that no matter what name, I am what I am.

The most merciless thing in the world is love. When love flees, all that remains is memory to compensate.

Allure goes beyond appearances to the way they grace the world. Some women propel themselves by means of an internal gyroscope. Others glide through life as if on ice skates. Some women convey their tortured lives through their eyes; others encircle you in the music of their laughter.

Between the covers a book can be a sin. I have spent many hours in search of a waking dream. And once having learned to read, I couldn't imagine my life otherwise. The indifferent children around me didn't share my enthusiasm for the written word. Some might sit for a good story while told, but if a book had no pictures they showed scant interest.

To lose one's name is the beginning of forgetting.