The Broken Girls Quotes

“That was what the books did—they turned off your thinking for you, put their thoughts in your head so you wouldn't have your own.”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“Books were her salvation. As a child, she’d had a shelf of childhood favorites that she loved enough to read over and over again. But after, during the hospital stay and the long voyage and the cold days in Idlewild’s dreary hallways, books became more than mere stories. They were her lifeline, the pages as essential to her as breathing.”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“Sonia envied her, the way she could turn her brain off, think about absolutely nothing. It was a trick Sonia herself had never learned. That was what books did - they turned off your thinking for you, put their thoughts in your head so you wouldn't have your own.”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“Books, Sonia had decided, were what she would live with when she finally left this place. She would work in a library—any library, anywhere. She’d sweep the floors if she had to. But she’d work in a library, and she’d read the books every day for the rest of her life.”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“What will I write in this beautiful book?
She carried the book to class for the rest of the day, and that night she put it under her pillow, still blank. She liked it blank right now, liked to know that it was waiting, listening. Just like her friends.”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“There is no justice, Malcolm had told her once, but we stand for it anyway. Justice is the ideal, but justice is not the reality.”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“He was a brilliant dreamer, a relentless intellectual, and a troublemaker,”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“This was Roberta’s favorite time. The quiet, the chill of the leftover night air, the cold seeping into her legs and her feet, waking her up. The trees around the edges of the pitch were black against the sky, and from one of them three ravens took flight, rising stark and lonely against the clouds.”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“It was infuriating how many people got things wrong about you when you were a teenage girl, but as she had learned to do, Katie took her anger and made it into something else.”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“The girls listened in silence, hypnotized, no longer caring about teachers or dorm monitors or Latin. A few sweet moments of peaceful quiet, the kind only the radio could give them, a few moments of nothing but sound from the world outside, where people were living and singing and playing songs. Normal people in a normal world.”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“She was twisted with a crazy anxiety, mixed with a crazy hope.”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“That was what books did—they turned off your thinking for you, put their thoughts in your head so you wouldn’t have your own.”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“There was no Internet, no way to raise outrage via a Twitter campaign, no digital cameras with which one could take a photo and send it worldwide in seconds.” And that left Ravensbrück abandoned and dismantled, forgotten.”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“She accepted the visit and lived in anticipation, wondering what was to come. It was November 19, 1950. She would be dead in ten days.”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“He’d sold his half of their house out to his ex-wife, taken the money, and invested it in the magazine while he lived in the room over his elderly mother’s garage. Strangely, he was in a better mood than ever since he’d done it.”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“Her heart was pounding in anticipation and a queer kind of excitement. She was ready. Was that the same as happy?”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“She had been fair at drawing before the war. She’d drawn her mother dozens of times, as she sat reading or sewing. There had been so many things in those days that kept a person still, that required perfect concentration for hours on end. It had been easy to draw portraits.”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“This was a notebook made for a girl who liked to write, who took each word seriously and put it down with care.”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“The anger had gone as quickly as it came, and now she felt shaky and a little ashamed.”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“For a second, emotion rolled up through Fiona’s throat, and she couldn’t breathe. Her father had been like this, once upon a time. The man in the photo on the wall in the other room, the man on the ground in Vietnam in 1969, had been complicate and demanding and often absent, but he had been so painfully, vibrantly alive it had almost hurt to be around him. The air had crackled when he walked into a room. Malcom Sheridan had never done small talk – he was the kind of man who looked you in the eye on first meeting and said, Do you enjoy what you do? Do you find it fulfilling? If you had the courage to answer, he’d listen like it was the most fascinating thing he’d ever heard. And in that moment, it always was. He was a brilliant dreamer, a relentless intellectual, and a troublemaker, but the thing that always struck you about Fiona’s father was that he was truly interested in everything.”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“Once she started, she couldn’t stop, the edges of her memories sawing at her as she sat at her lessons, as she did her homework and ran pitifully around the hockey field and ate her tasteless meals in the dining hall. The memories weren’t the overwhelming ones she’d had that had made her sick. These were like a violin bow grinding along the edge of a single string, shrill, waiting for some kind of resolution to make it stop. The only thing that worked was writing.”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“Shh,” he said, his voice lowered. “Please don’t say it. I think she listens.”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“The shrill of the cell phone jerked Fiona awake in the driver’s seat.”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“Sonia envied her, the way she could turn her brain off, think about absolutely nothing. It was a trick Sonia herself had never learned. That was what books did—they turned off your thinking for you, put their thoughts in your head so you wouldn’t have your own.”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“This was a detail that was rubbing her raw, keeping her wound bleeding, long after everyone else had tied their bandages and hobbled away. She should grab a crutch—alcohol or drugs were the convenient ones—and start hobbling with the rest of them.”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“Thank God for old spinsters,” he said.”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“There was too much history in this old house, too much pain, too much love.”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“Inside were textbooks, old and yellowed. The top was titled Latin Grammar for Girls. Jamie read the title over her shoulder. “The good old days,” he commented, “when apparently Latin was different if you were a girl.”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“It seems so far back in history, until they find some decrepit old Nazi war criminal still living under a rock and put him on trial. Then you remember that it’s still living memory for some people.”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“One of Katie’s first roommates, a stringy-haired girl from New Hampshire who claimed to be descended from a real Salem witch, had the habit of humming relentlessly as she read her Latin textbook, biting the side of her thumbnail with such diligence that Katie had thought it might be grounds for murder.”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls