the intermittent breeze carried her scent to me again and again , singing in another language of memories from another form .

Aren't you afraid?' 'Of what?' 'Of losing yourself.' 'That's what I'm hoping for.

The entire room was so yellow that it looked like the sun had thrown up on the walls and wiped its mouth afterward on the dresser and curtains. ---Cole

I had this feeling that he and I , in this moment, were a car crash, and instead of putting on the brakes, I was hitting the accelerator.

Fate," Blue replied, glowering at her mother, "is a very weighty word to throw around before breakfast.

Hi,' I said, and I hugged her. I missed her more now that I actually had her in my arms than when I hadn't.

I think that whenever a book is not a challenge, I'm telling the wrong story.