People fall in love all the time. And it's not always with the right people. And it's not always reciprocated.

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

But that would leave Paxton to fend for herself, and the last thing any woman wanted in this kind of situation was to look around and see all the people who could help her doing nothing.

How we see the world changes all the time. It all depends on our mood.

Everything was quiet, a strange sort of quiet that felt like an unfinished sentence.

You'd be surprised how easy some things can be, things you never thought you'd do, when you take self-respect out of the equation.

Nothing is really broke, so it's not like I can fix it. I just have to keep trying to find what I'm looking for.