Some things are more important than safety.

Writing is not just the technical act of your fingers on the keyboard. Writing is living.

Love makes you foolish. It makes you throw every bit of logic away, do stupid things, dangerous things.

Rejoice as summer should...chase away sorrows by living.

What are you going to do? What do you want to do?” she prompted. “I’m going to go try to help Niall. He’s not acting like himself, and I have a theory on what’s wrong,” he told her. “Then afterward I'm going to ask you to marry me.

Without stopping kissing her, he swept her up into his arms. They stood in the motel lobby kissing until someone called, "Get a room." Donia pulled back and laughed. "That was the plan. They said no.

I'd stop anyone from taking that smile from you. I would, if I were allowed.