What was beauty unless you intended to use it, like a hammer, or a key? It was just something for other people to use and admire, or envy, despise. To nail their dreams onto like a picture hanger on a blank wall. And so many girls saying, use me, dream me.

When I read, I want to be fully transported to another place. I want to feel things, smell things.

A novel is like a dream in which everyone is you. They’re all parts of yourself.

When you started thinking it was easy, you were forgetting what it cost.

like a kid kicked out of class. humiliated and free.

A book's flaws make it less predictable.

Their love as a dragonfly, skimming over echo park, stoppin to visit the lotus. Eating dreams and drinking blue sky.