Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.
For me a book has always been a chance to reach out and connect to someone and not be alone.
All that destiny garbage. Nobody can decide what happens to you. Nobody but you.
Sports section and a sticky bun. Know what that means.
So you are a vampire." "I most certainly am not." He looked annoyed. "That's such a common phrase, such a cliche, and so unflattering. I suppose you believe in werewolves and aliens too. I blame television.
I haven't left a mark on the world, but is that so bad? Considering how deeply the world has marked me?