You couldn't unburn the books. You could only buy new ones.
The beginning of a book is always the hardest part for me. I'm a Chapter 3 kind of writer, which means I naturally start at Chapter 3.
You can't jump off a cliff when you have already fallen off a bigger one.
Got it. Demon. Death. Doom.
It was crazy how a hearse and a pair of sneakers could cheer a guy up.
She didn't say a work, and I gave up trying, because you couldn't hear either one of us over the shattering noise of hearts breaking and the looming shadow of the last word, the one we refused to say.