If time was a string connecting all of your stories, that party would be the point where everything knots up. And that knot keeps growing and growing, getting more and more tangled, dragging the rest of your stories into it.
Jay AsherAnd concentrating on the spot where the two spindles should be is the closest I get to looking Hannah's eyes as she tells my story.
Jay AsherIf my love were an ocean, there would be no more land. If my love were a desert, you would see only sand. If my love were a star- late at night, only light. And if my love could grow wings, I'd be soaring in flight.
Jay Asher