All the things paper-thin and paper-frail, and all the people too.
Only now that I loved a grenade did I understand the foolishness of trying to save others from my own impending fragmentation: I couldn’t unlove Augustus Waters. And I didn’t want to.
Hurt tends to drown out sorry.
We had to forgive to survive the labyrinth
I like to build places online where readers can have productive conversations about books.
She left me enough to rediscover the Great Perhaps.