I was thinking lots of things, but most of them needed to stay thoughts, not words.
Sharing revelations is easier when it doesn't matter.
This new world was a vicious, sleek world made of street lights and tight jeans, sharp smiles and fast cars. This was a city, edited. A city, pared down to its bare minimums, beautiful and abusive.
I wanted a library like this...[] A cave of words that I'd made myself.
I’m not looking for self-control.
It was mint and memories and the past and the future and she felt as if she’d done this before and already she longed to do it again.