We don't get to chose what is true. We only get to choose what we do about it.

There wasn't enough chocolate in the world to make this better.

Jewelry, I'm telling you. It's a thing. And love. And maybe danger.

Kind of like love before first sight.” and “Butterflies in your stomach. That was such a crappy metaphor. More like killer bees.

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.

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

words same as always same as nothing when nothing is the same