Stupid to the power of stupid.
I'm just the librarian. I can only give you the books. I can't give you the answers.
I loved her, atom by atom, one burning cell at a time.
In one moment I was feeling everything and I was feeling nothing.
I wanted to find a place to hide from all of it, where the nightmares and the rivers and reality couldn't find me. For me, that place was always inside a book.
I hadn't fallen through his arms. He was ripped from mine.