My worries always lead to dungeons; I can't imagine a worse thing than to be imprisoned for the rest of one's life, especially with so few years to enjoy what little there is.

Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.

I've loved you since the day I stole the atlas for you," Gabriel says, because he thinks I'm asleep.

There is no choice for him but to believe. He has nothing left to give in offering.

I wonder what it’s like for her, looking so much like a dead girl.

Write words you’re willing to burn at the stake for. Write words you’d believe in even if the rest of the world didn’t.

You've been captive for so long that you don't even realize you want freedom anymore.