It's a lot easier, she realized, to be on the verge of something than to actually be it. This would still take time.

It was a Monday and they walked on a tightrope to the sun.

I walked home, seeing all my doubt from the other side. Have you ever seen that? Like when you go on holiday. On the way back, everything is the same but it looks a little different than it did on the way. It's because you're seeing it backwards.

Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.

A book floated down the Amper River. A boy jumped in, caught up to it, and held it in his right hand. He grinned. He stood waist-deep in the icy, Decemberish water. “How about a kiss, Saumensch?” he said.

The best word shakers were the ones who understood the true power of words. They were the ones who could climb the highest.

She gave 'The Dream Carrier' to Max as if words alone could nourish him.