I heard this expression once: Each time someone dies, a library burns. I'm watching it burn right to the ground.

And why do English people sound smarter than the rest of us? Like they should be awarded the Nobel Prize for a simple greeting?

For the first time in our lives, I’m somewhere she can’t find, and I don’t have the map to give her that leads to me.

And then he smiles, and in all the places around the globe where it's night, day breaks.

You have to see the miracles for there to be miracles.

The architecture of my sister's thinking, now phantom. I fall down stairs that are nothing but air.

I didn't know love felt like this, like turning into brightness.