I want to be a writer. I do not want to spend 40 hours a week handling e-mails, formatting covers, finding editors, etc.

How had it turned into this? I had lived my whole stupid life without him, and now I could barely make it through the hour.

You have so much going on. It comes off like a..." "Static?" I suggested. "Exactly!" He snapped his fingers and pointed at me. "You need to tune it, get your frequencies in check, like a radio." "I would love to.Just tell me how." "It's not a matter of turning a dial. You have no on or off switch." He walked around in a large lazy circle. "It's something you have to practice. It's more like being potty-trained. You have to learn when to hold it and when to release." "That's a pretty sexy analogy," I said.

Nothing is 'just' anything with you

When you told me you loved me," Lily's eyes widened when she looked at Lux, "You saved the world.

I was always writing. When I was a little kid, before I learned how to write, I would tell stories. But as soon I as capable, I started writing. I filled notebooks and notebooks until I got my first computer when I was 11. It never really occurred to me that I would do anything else.

I don't want only one night. I want all the nights. I want all of you, forever.