Sharing revelations is easier when it doesn't matter.
But love isn't quantifiable on paper.
And Ronan was everything that was left: molten eyes and a smile made for war.
I think that whenever a book is not a challenge, I'm telling the wrong story.
It's a lovely answer and takes me entirely by surprise. I hadn't realized we were having a serious conversation, or I think I would've given a better reply when he asked me.
You needn't tell a bird it's a bird. Or remind a fish of its purpose. It's only us who lose our way. We have names because we must. - from Golden Tongue: The Poems of Steven Slaughter