I cannot love a soul so dark it eats up others' light

I know nothing. I know no one. I’m lonely. Every time I see you, you’ve put up some new wall, and you never let me in.

How many lives do you need to live before you fine someone worth dying for?

Please don't worry. I will always come for you. I won't let you go until you understand that." "Then I refuse to understand," she said.

His eyes burned violet - not with anger but with intense desire. The kind of look that made you love a person so much, you missed him even when he was standing right in front of you.

Cam was so much clearer, easier to figure out. Like he was algebra and Daniel was calculus.

Cooking is the best way to unwind at the end of a long writing day. There's something mindless and hands-on about cooking, which makes it feel like the very opposite of writing, which is heady but inactive.