Memories, even hard memories, grew soft like peaches as they grow older.

How could someone with a life this full feel this empty?

Misfits need a place to get away, too. All that trying to fit in is exhausting.

He reached for her and kissed her. It was all at once passionate, as if there was too much in him to contain. He was immediately swept up in it. It took no effort, the difference between swimming on your own and being washed away in a flood.

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

But one thing she [Rachel] did believe in was love. She believed that you could smell it, that you could taste it, that it could change the entire course of your life.

When someone needs help, you help. Right?