It had always fascinated him that she'd consumed so many words, that her head was full of stories, told a thousand different ways.

Fate never promises to tell you everything up front. You aren't always shown the path in life you're supposed to take. But if there was one thing she'd learned in the past few weeks, it was that sometimes, when you're really lucky, you meet someone with a map.

He had a smug smile on his lips like he knew, even in his sleep, that women all around him were dying from love because he'd taken their hearts and hidden them where they'd never find them.

She accepted it from then on. Books liked her. Books wanted to look after her.

Embarrassment felt a lot like eating chili peppers. It burned in the back of your throat and there was nothing you could do to make it go away. You just had to take it, suffer from it, until it eased off.

Willa?" "Yes" "It's morning and I still love you.

When you have to do something, you have to do it. Putting it off only makes it worse. Believe me, I know.