It is love which made all this. War which protects it. With love comes responsibility and possibility, fear and hopes, quests and suffering.

You know, life fractures us all into little pieces. It harms us, but it's how we glue those fractures back together that make us stronger.

There is something about libraries, old libraries, that makes them seem almost sacred. There's a smell of paper and must and binding stuff. It's like all the books are fighting against decay, against turning into dust, and at the same time fighting for attention.

Is everyone as wrong about me as I am about them?

It's a lot easier to understand things once you name them. It's the unknown that mostly freaks me out. I don't know the name of that fear, but I know I've got it, the fear of the unknown.

Loving you is a full-time job. It's a great job, don't get me wrong. It's the best job in the universe. But it's not easy.

I like a lot of things that aren't good for me.