We all just keep moving, September. We keep moving until we stop.
Love rarely waits for permission.
Thatโs what happens to friends, eventually. They leave you. Itโs practically what theyโre for.
I have all the books I could need, and what more could I need than books?
In his own country, Death can be kind.
A book is a door, you know. Always and forever. A book is a door into another place and another heart and another world.