The whole point of fanfiction is that you get to play inside somebody else's universe. Rewrite the rules. Or bend them. The story doesn't have to end. You can stay in this world, this world you love, as long as you want, as long as you keep thinking of new stories.

Why are they doing that?” his mother said, frowning at her grandsons. The boys were sorting the casserole into piles on their plates. “Doing what?” Eve asked. “Why aren’t they eating their food?” “They don’t like it when things touch,” Eve said. “What things?” his mother asked. “Their food. They don’t like it when different foods touch or mix together.” “How do you serve dinner, in ice cube trays?

Underneath this veneer of slightly crazy and mildly socially retarded, I'm a complete disaster.

And when Eleanor smiled, something broke inside of him. Something always did.

I'd rather pour myself into a world I love and understand than try to make something up out of nothing.

It’s not my job to want you or not want you. It’s not my job to earn you.

Every woman wants a man who'll fall in love with her soul as well as her body.