Maybe hope isn't the most dangerous thing a person can have. Maybe love is.

I wanted to be rid of him," he says. He raises my chin with his thumb. "But not if it meant being rid of you. I climbed in beside you, and you put your head in my lap. You can't think I would have left you like that." "Look what it got you," I say. "Tea in bed and you here in front of me," he says. "It was a terrible decision, and I confess I'd make it again.

Because even if the lie is beautiful, the truth is what you face in the end.

Give me time" "For you, always.

I don’t have too many books, I have too little shelving.

Even things that aren't broken can be fixed.

I think she's brave. I think that nobody has ever believed what she could be capable of. All her life, nobody was listening.