He doesn't have to say it, i feel it too; it's not subtle - like every bell for miles and miles is ringing at once, loud and clanging, hungry ones and tiny, happy, chiming ones, all of them sounding off in this moment. I put my hands around his neck, pull him to me, and then he's kissing me hard and so deep, and i am flying, sailing, soaring.

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

Someone might as well roll up the whole sky, pack it away for good.

The Color Of Extraordinary.

The sky is everywhere, it begins at your feet.

I've no use for talking, would just as soon store paper clips in my mouth.

Each time someone dies, a library burns.