I don't want to make the same mistake twice. I don't want to tell myself it's over when it's not.

In books, you always know what's coming next. There are no surprises.

Someone once told me that when you give birth to a daughter, you've just met the person whose hand you'll be holding the day you die.

Unlike Elise, who could discover parts of a person they didn't even know were absent, you specialized in tangible, but that, I feared, was only a matter of time.

But there’s a part of me that wonders what it would be like to be the most important person to someone else, to always feel like you were missing a piece of yourself when he wasn’t near you.

It's certainly my honor to be able to, hopefully, change the world a tiny bit, one mind at a time.

I only just found you, I can't lose you now