I love walking into a bookstore. It's like all my friends are sitting on shelves, waving their pages at me.

Hope in this world bleeds out of the barrel of a gun.

I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.

Insane for your sweet, sweet love!

Time goes on even when we do not.

A handful of letters doesn't always make a word, love.

I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.