I like libraries. It's a comfort that knowledge can be save for so long. That what we learn can be passed on.

How could I possibly try to pretend the sunlight doesn’t exist, now that it’s taken so much of me?

Maybe all you can do, when your world is burning, is hold on to the thing you love the most.

The cruelest thing, hope, the way it strings you along, the way it makes you believe.

I like libraries. It's a comfort that knowledge can be save for so long. That what we learn can be passed on.

Knowledge does have a way of making you an outcast.

I am confident, I am capable, and I will not wait to be rescued by a woodsman or a hunter.