Sometimes a book isn't a heartbreaking work of staggering genius. Sometimes it's the only story you know how to tell.

And some days I wonder why I insist on keeping myself alive.

It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.

Only an idiot would rely on the energy of a bean or a leaf to stay awake throughout the day.

I want your mind. Your strength. I want to be worth your time.

Sometimes a book isn't a heartbreaking work of staggering genius. Sometimes it's the only story you know how to tell.

They say there were birds who used to soar through the skies like planes.It seems strange that a small animal could achieve anything as complex as human engineering, but the possibility is too enticing to ignore.