He doesn’t just look upset—he looks newly blind. There is such loss in his eyes, and it permeates every other part of his body.

What i want is for what i want to actually matter.

Maybe there's a way to keep us in this moment. Not the sad part. But the coming together part.

Luckily, I always travel with a book, just in case I have to wait on line for Santa, or some such inconvenience.

You don't know me. You know one me, just like I know one you. And you can't know every me, and I can't know every 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

I wonder if it's possible to start a new relationship without hurting someone else.