"The Round House" by Louise Erdrich

We accept the love we think we deserve.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.

Time moves slowly, but passes quickly.

That's the thing about books. They let you travel without moving your feet.

Too much sanity may be madness — and maddest of all: to see life as it is, and not as it should be!

It's the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.

Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt.

Now that I knew fear, I also knew it was not permanent. As powerful as it was, its grip on me would loosen. It would pass.

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.

They say nothing lasts forever but they're just scared it will last longer than they can love it.

Anything worth dying for is certainly worth living for.

Not all those who wander are lost.

Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.

When I discover who I am, I'll be free.

As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart: I am, I am, I am.

What's the point of having a voice if you're gonna be silent in those moments you shouldn't be?

There is always something left to love.