I'm just the librarian. I can only give you the books. I can't give you the answers.

There are no coincidences.

There are lots of things we choose not to see. Doesn't mean they aren't there, even if we wish they weren't.

My mom was there, in some form, in some sense, in some universe. My mom was still my mom, even if she only lived in books and door locks and the smell of fried tomatoes and old paper. She lived.

Fate decides until challenged by the fated

You climbed into my window in the middle of the night. So, either you're some kind of Vampire or some kind of Perv. Which is it?

In the wake of my talk with Earl, we had come to a mutual understanding about Lena, the only kind guys ever come to. Meaning, I hadn’t brought it up, and they hadn’t brought it up, and between us, we somehow all agreed to go on like this indefinitely. Don’t ask, don’t tell.