You can be Han Solo," he said, kissing her throat. "And I'll be Boba Fett. I'll cross the sky for you.
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,' he said.
I don't like hello. It makes me sound like I have dementia, like I've never heard a phone ring before and I don't know what's supposed to happen next. Hello?
But there's nothing more profound than creating something out of nothing.
I'd rather be broken than wasted.
Even if your heart is broken and attacking you, you're still not better off without it.