597 Quotes by Erin Morgenstern

This person is a place Zachary could lose himself in, and never wish to be found.

Figs that drip with honey, sugar blown into curls and flowers.

The sound of his pencil scratching against paper is as methodical and precise as the ticking of the clock in the corner.

I felt like we were right at that place where you go from being regular friends to help-you-move-dead-bodies friends but we weren’t quite there yet, like we needed to do one more side quest together and earn a few more mutual approval points and then it would be something a little more comfortable, but we hadn’t figured out our friendship dynamic entirely.

He wishes he had brought the wine-colored book with him, but he is trying to make a point of not having his nose constantly in a book. It is an attempt to appear friendlier that he’s not certain is working yet.

I’ve gotten accustomed to that tiny piece of hope that sits in the middle of the not knowing.

When she opens her eyes, they are standing on the quarterdeck of a ship in the middle of the ocean. Only the ship is made of books, its sails thousands of overlapping pages, and the sea it floats upon is dark black ink.

Dorian smiles and Zachary wonders how you can miss someone’s smile when you’ve only seen it once before.

The beasts take different forms and are difficult to recognize for what they are.