In my experience, desire is desire, love is love.

I want to talk to you and be random with you and be ridiculous with you.

I preferred to hang out with the dead, dying, or desperate books - used we call them, in a way that we'd never call a person, unless we meant it cruelly

Magic naturally fades over distance. But proximity - well, when it works, proximity amplifies magic.

That strange, twisted, torn love. That conflict between what your heart knows is right and what your mind is told is right.

It’s as simple as that. Simple and complicated, as most true things are.

My pride shut me up, my hurt shut me down, and together they ganged up on my hope and let her get away.