Jenny Hubbard Quotes

Read to your heart's content. Though if you are a reader, the heart is never content.

— Jenny Hubbard

Reading, she tells me, is what she does best. She loves it because it uses the whole of her, the right and the left, the hemispheres of reason and imagination. She discovered as a child that a closed book is a darkness anyone can enter, not a cary darkness like a basement or a storm, but a comforting one that wrapped her up neatly inside a world she could control.

— Jenny Hubbard

Because God didn't write the Bible. Men did, probably uneducated ones.

— Jenny Hubbard

“You have to stop and freeze the moment," he told me I had told her. "You have to make yourself remember by repeating it in your head over and over. You have to write to preserve your sanity.”

— Jenny Hubbard

“It is hard to be true to yourself because it is hard to be yourself.”

— Jenny Hubbard

“What I carry in my backpack down to the river, I carry not knowing that in less than an hour Thomas Broughton will be dead. That is not a knowledge I carry yet, but I will carry it soon - the knowledge of my darkest self - and I will carry it forever.”

— Jenny Hubbard

“Until it has scared you with its endlessness, sky is just sky.”

— Jenny Hubbard

“Pall
Oh, yes, she could feel it/even though the bullet/had never stabbed her skin./ The bright white heat/ burned at her core/ where two lives/ beat, and if he'd aimed/ there and pulled the trigger,/red would have crested/ like a broken dam/ over her hands/ as her last word rushed/ up to her throat
Paul
/ a sound that took no time and also lifetimes.”

— Jenny Hubbard

“If God made us in his image, then maybe we have a right to play God when we can't find Him anymore.”

— Jenny Hubbard

“Even English-teacher bookworms need friends and bars.”

— Jenny Hubbard

“It does not have to define who Emily is, was, or will be.”

— Jenny Hubbard

She touches her wrist where her watch used to be, her fingers lost without time to hold on to.

— Jenny Hubbard

Do you have any idea how hard a story is to write? My brain is jumpy, and my heart doesn't know where to live. Is Male is such an imperfect narrator, but he will try to finish his tale.

— Jenny Hubbard

“You are on my side," she says.
"What side is that?" I ask.
"The winning side," she says, and smiles. "The team of the artists."
"Who are we playing?"
"The barbarians," she says. "We are always playing them.”

— Jenny Hubbard