It's hard to not like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them

You don't shoot a dog when it is already dead.

I watch the beauty for as long as I can, then turn and face the rest of it.

We both laugh and run and the moment is so thick around me that i feel like dropping into it to let it carry me.

He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.

It's insane to be a writer and not be a reader. When I'm writing I'm more likely to be reading four or five books at once, just in bits and pieces rather than subjecting myself to a really brilliant book and thinking, "Well what's the point of me writing anything?" I'm more likely to read a book through when I take a break from writing.

His eyes were cold and brown - like coffee stains.