I remembered standing in the middle of the street in front of The Crooked Bookshelf, filled with the certainty of a future. I had heard the wolves howling behind the house and remembered how glad I had been to be human.

Because you know that's not how you want it to end. You know I'd love to have you with me, and it will be that way, one day. But this isn't the way it ought to happen.

I could live inside a G major chord, with Grace, if she was willing.

Happiness isn't something this island yields easily; the ground is too rocky and the sun too sparse for it to flourish.

Right now, it's hard to imagine that it is raining anywhere in the world.

a life is measured by moments like these

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