I feel like my eyes are killing me at the end of the day and that I shouldn't use them.

I'm a really eclectic reader.

Unrequited love is so boring. Weeping under a blue-black sky is for suckers or maniacs.

No one knows you like a person with whom you've shared a childhood. No one will ever understand you in quite the same way.

You are only worthy of what you prove yourself to be.

One of my favorites is "Time and Again" by Jack Finney. It takes place in Manhattan and goes back and forth between 1882 and the 1950s. It's really a cult book.

When I walk, I walk with you. Where I go, you're with me always.