The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay.

I smiled at her, but she was already lost in thought, looking around the library as if it held all the answers to all our problems.

bent like the branches of a tree broken like the pieces of my heart cracked like the seventeenth moon shattered like the glass in the window the day we met

I love her beyond the universe and back. I love her from this world to the next.

we love what we love and who we love who we love and why we love why we love and find a falling shoelace knotted and strung between the fingers of strangers

So he's like a human compass? As far as superpowers go, that's pretty lame. You're like the Caster equivalent of Aquaman.

Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be.