A little-known fact about me: I read all the time.

Books?" Ridley looked disgusted. "Carry?

Nightmares end. That's how you know they're nightmares.

Maybe there isn't a meaning to life. Maybe there's only a meaning to living.

The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.” “Elton John?” “Close. Ernest Hemingway. In his own way, sort of the rock star of his time.

falling not flying one lost muddy shoe like the lost worlds between me and you

He could feel it immediately when his shoulder snapped - the intense pain of his bones cracking. His skin tightened, as if it could no long hold whatever was lurking inside him. The breath was sucked from his lungs like he was being crushed. His vision began to blur, and he had the sensation he was falling, even though he could feel the rock tearing at his flesh as his body seized on the ground.