Savannah sometimes sounded a lot like the little voice that had taken up residence in my head but never bothered paying rent, and right now it whispered that if I felt guilty, maybe I was doing something wrong.

But if it couldn't be love and it didn't feel like lust, what was it? Like? Did he like her? Of course, he did, but that word didn't capture his feelings, either. It was a little too... vague and soft around the edges. People liked ice cream. People liked to watch television. It meant nothing, and it didn't come close to explaining why, for the first time, he felt the urge to tell someone the truth.

He often felt that too many people lived their lives acting and pretending,wearing masks and losing themselves in the process.

They continued to watch each other from across the room, both frozen for a moment by the shadow of distant possibilities.

Libraries are places that house our dreams, our fantasies, our thirst for adventure.

If you're going to sit on someone's tombstone, you might as well know something about them, right?

Comfort and familiarity were wonderful but they also dulled passion and excitement. Predictability and habit made surprises almost impossible.