Gabrielle Zevin
Gabrielle Zevin
Gabrielle Zevinis an American author and screenwriter...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth24 October 1977
CountryUnited States of America
facts tragic dies
It's a tragic fact to die in an accident
wall glasses dying
There's a strange sort of quiet when you're dying. It's as if you're in a glass room, and the walls keep getting thicker and thicker.
quality hours length
A life isn't measured in hours and minutes. It's the quality, not the length.
loss people moments
It’s difficult to ever go back to the same places or people. You turn away, even for a moment, and when you turn back around, everything’s changed.
school heart winter
My heart was a little bit broken, but I still had to go to school. I buttoned my dress shirt over it and my winter coat, too. I hoped it didn't show too much.
girl dream sea
And when she dreams, she dreams of a girl who was lost at sea but one day found the shore.
suicide holiday men
Liz looks at the tissue box, which is decorated with drawings of snowmen engaged in various holiday activities. One of the snowmen is happily placing a smiling rack of gingerbread men in an oven. Baking gingerbread men, or any cooking for that matter, is probably close to suicide for a snowman, Liz thinks. Why would a snowman voluntarily engage in an activity that would in all likelihood melt him? Can snowmen even eat? Liz glares at the box.
kissing talking mouths
But I wondered if all this kissing was a bad habit with him and me. The thing we did with our mouths instead of talking.
girl mother baby
The baby, a girl, is born at 6:24 a.m. She weighs six pounds, ten ounces. The mother takes the baby in her arms and asks her, "Who are you, my little one?" And in response, this baby, who is Liz and not Liz at the same time, laughs.
voice white special
Speak up,' says Myrna who has a fuzzy white caterpillar of a moustache. 'My hearing's not so good.' 'I WAS SHOT IN THE HEAD.' Liz turns to Thandi. 'I thought you said you didn't remember how you got the hole in your head.' Thandi apologizes. 'I just remembered.' 'Shot in the head!' Florence-scratchy-voice says. 'Oy, that's rough.' 'Aw, it's nothing special. Happens pretty regularly where I'm from,' Thandi says. 'WHAT?' asks Myrna with the moustache. 'Say it toward my left ear, that's the good one.' 'I SAID, "IT'S NOTHING SPECIAL,"' Thandi yells/
broken too-much sometimes
The truth is, sometimes too much can happen in a relationship, and then there's nothing anyone can do or say. It's broken.
book reading character
What are you reading?" Owen asks. "Charlotte's Web," Liz says. "It's really sad. One of the main characters just died." "You ought to read the book from end to beginning," Owen jokes. "That way, no one dies, and it's always a happy ending.
land ancient mets
I met a travler from an ancient land.
hate writing easier
A question I’ve thought about a great deal is why it is so much easier to write about the things we dislike/hate/acknowledge to be flawed than the things we love.