If a man has so much heat he burns your skin when he touches you, he's the devil. Run away

Don't you wish you could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever?

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

Her friendship . . . still existed, as if it was a living, breathing thing, something that came to life the moment it happened and didn't just go away because they no longer acknowledged it.

I'll give you one day at a time, Claire. But remember, I'm thousands of days ahead already.

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.

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