The risen sun too bright in her losing eyes.

I needed, I decided, to really know her, because I needed more to remember. Before I could begin the shameful process of forgetting the how and the why of her living and dying, I needed to learn it: How. Why. When. Where. What.

The pure and simple truth Is rarely pure and never simple. What's a boy to do When lies and truth are both sinful?

He liked the mere act of reading, the magic of turning scratches on a page into words inside his head.

Stop thinking about the landing, because it's all about falling.

It's hard to get movie studios to pay a lot of money for movies that don't have robots or explosions.

For the longest time, it felt kind of like my chest was cracking open, but not precisely in an unpleasant way.