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

My words are unerring tools of destruction, and I’ve come unequipped with the ability to disarm them.

I wanted a library like this...[] A cave of words that I'd made myself.

Somewhere fate laughs in her far-off country, because now I am the human and it is Grace I will lose again and again, immer wieder, always the same, every winter, losing more of her each year, unless I find a cure.

You want to talk? Fine. Talk. Tell me something you've never told anybody else.' I thought for a moment. 'Turtles have the second-largest brains of any animal on the planet.' It took Isabel only a second to process this. 'No, they don't.' 'I know that's why I've never told anybody that before.

...she made her home in between the pages of books.

Folded in my arms you're a butterfly in reverse you're giving up your wings and inheriting my curse you're letting go of me you're letting go