459 Quotes by Ransom Riggs

In a modest library, the creep of moisture had bowed the shelves into crooked smiles.

Upon closer inspection I decided it was, like a lot of things, not as pretty up close as it seemed from a distance.

I was here for a reason. There was something I was meant not simply to be, but to do- and it wasn’t to run or hide or give up the minute things seemed terrifying and impossible.

Because if Grandpa Portman wasn’t honorable and good, I wasn’t sure anyone could be.

My parents treated me like a breakable heirloom, afraid to fight or fret in front of me least I shatter.

I was left with the choice of wearing the pants either around my ankles or hitched up to my bellybutton. I decided the latter was the lesser of evils, so I went downstairs to have what would likely be the strangest meal of my life while dressed like a clown without makeup.

Grandpa Portman really knew how to keep a secret, didn’t he?”“Are you kidding? The man was an emotional Fort Knox.

Sometimes an old photograph, an old friend, an old letter will remind you that you are not who you once were, for the person who dwelt among them, valued this, chose that, wrote thus, no longer exists. Without noticing it you have traversed a great distance; the strange has become familiar and the familiar if not strange at least awkward or uncomfortable.

Oh, lovely. Improvised suicide.