A cliche is like a coin that has been handled too much. Once language has been overly handled, it no longer leaves a clear imprint.
How can I shed tears for a man I should never have allowed to touch me in any way?
A book's flaws make it less predictable.
She would buy magic every day of the week. Love me, that face said. I'm so lonely, so desperate. I'll give you whatever you want.
A novel is like a dream in which everyone is you. They’re all parts of yourself.
Their love as a dragonfly, skimming over echo park, stoppin to visit the lotus. Eating dreams and drinking blue sky.