One of the failures of cellular communication is that tiredness often comes across as sadness.

I am bigger than the box I'm in.

We all just took the bookstore at its word, because if you couldn't trust a bookstore, what could you trust?

Books. I'd probably spend all my time alone and lost in books if I could. It's easier that way.

I love snow for the same reason I love Christmas: It brings people together while time stands still. Cozy couples lazily meandered the streets and children trudged sleds and chased snowballs. No one seemed to be in a rush to experience anything other than the glory of the day, with each other, whenever and however it happened.

The humans create life, and senselessly cause death. For nothing.

I don’t know what boldness came over me, but the resolute heaviness of Dash’s demeanor threatened to crush my soul. My pinky finger crept over and nestled against his, for comfort. Like a magnet, his pinky finger latched onto and intertwined with mine. I like magnets a whole lot.