I was born into a world that was already dying; I belong to it.
Lovers are weapons, but love is a wound.
Do you know what my father used to say?" I ask her. "He used to say that songs had a heart. A crescendo that can make all your blood rush from your head to your toes.
Every star has been set in the sky. We mistakenly think they were put there for us.
I don’t have too many books, I have too little shelving.
It's never right to give up on someone.