10 Quotes by Jon Cohen

And when you accept an apology—that's also a kind of magic," Harry said.

He didn't know kids, but he knew that Oriana was a fellow traveler. It scared him, it really did, but he sensed that, inexplicably, she needed something only he could provide. Winter was over, but spring had not yet come for him and Oriana. They were between uncharted seasons, at the cusp of change, but only at the cusp. He didn't know kids, but he supposed that sometimes a kid needed something she couldn't find at home, but only in the wild of the forest.

Oriana loved how Olive trusted her. Most grown-ups don't know how to trust children.

Amanda squinted in the wind, then reflexively turned her mind as if it were a physical thing she could grab and point in another direction.

You're so tangled up in endings," Ronnie said, gesturing at the scattered books and fallen bookshelves, "you forgot about your beginnings. Think of all the beginnings that began right here, in this magic place.

Unlucky is a kind of magic.

Look at all the books in this place. Every one of them is inside you. And you're inside them.""Sweetheart. It's a public library, not my private library. It needs people.""They got out of the habit is all.""The world has changed.""No, everybody needs a story, Miss Perkins. That's something that never, ever changes.

This is what fairy tales have always been for, to guide children through the scary parts of their lives.

A quality that always amazed him about trees: the constancy of their temperature. In winter, trees are never cold to the touch, and in summer they give off no acquired solar heat. It spoke to their essential aliveness. They were not rocks growing warm in the midday sun or streams that froze over; they were as self-regulating as the human body. It was a small leap to imagine that trees had souls.