Tahereh Mafi Book Quotes & Sayings

Goaltending is a normal job, sure. How would you like it in your job if every time you made a small mistake, a red light went on over your desk and 15,000 people stood up and yelled at you. — Jacques Plante

Sometimes a book isn't a heartbreaking work of staggering genius.
Sometimes it's the only story you knew how to tell. — Tahereh Mafi

I don't know much about anything in this world but I do know how to read the book written in his eyes. — Tahereh Mafi

I don't understand - why won't you talk to me?
You sit in the corner all day and write in your book and look at everything but my face. You have so much to say to a piece of paper but I'm standing right here and you don't even acknowledge me. Juliette, please - — Tahereh Mafi

Why sleep when there are books to read. — Tahereh Mafi

Speed as a drug disorganizes the personality; speed as the goal of information dissemination commits a subtler crime. People are mainlining our words. We rarely read of the rational alternatives, only of the commands that all must change or else. This is a prescription for public panic. — Gail Sheehy

I open the book and turn to the next page. Day three.
I started screaming today.
And those four words hit me harder than the worst kind of physical pain. — Tahereh Mafi

The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It's always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. — Tahereh Mafi

He's the president now, but he's still Matt. My first crush, my first love. And I know that after Matt, I'll never want or love another man again. — Katy Evans

All I had to do was open a book - to see the stories bleeding from page to page. To see the memories etched onto paper. — Tahereh Mafi

The Democrat is the party that's gonna keep you poor! — Rafael Cruz

I scroll past images every bit as violent and beautiful as Jeb's paintings: luminious, rainbow-skinned creatures with bulbous eyes and sparkly, silken wings who carry knives and swords; hideous, naked hobgoblins in chains who crawl on all fours and have corkscrew tails and cloven feet like pigs; silvery pixielike beings trapped in cages and crying oily black tears. — A.G. Howard

And I don't know much about anything in this world but I do know how to read The book written in his eyes. The way he looks at me. — Tahereh Mafi