Oh, drop the act, Tinkerbell, and get rid of my problem. Then we’ll talk.

Hope is a critical thing. Whithout it, we are nothing. Hope shapes will. The will shapes the world.

I love books, they're in my blood.

One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can’t breathe around it and you realize you don’t need air. Oxygen is trivial. Desire makes life happen. Makes it matter. Makes everything worth it. Desire is life. Hunger to see the next sunrise or sunset. To touch the one you love. To try again.

Nuns? They'd take one look at Barrons and decide the devil himself had come knockng. He not only looked dangerous, he emanated something that made even me feel like crossing myself sometimes, and I'm not religious.

Holy water at my wrists and behind my ears; my version of Eau de Don'tbiteme

His coworker was velvety-skinned, a sexy boy-on-the-cusp-of man.