On the darkest days you have to search for a spot of brightness, on the coldest days you have to seek out a spot of warmth; on the bleakest days you have to keep your eyes onward and upward and on the saddest days you have to leave them open to let them cry. To then let them dry. To give them a chance to wash out the pain in order to see fresh and clear once again.

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

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

The words get easier the moment you stop fearing them.

Hope. It's like a drop of honey, a field of tulips blooming in the springtime. It's a fresh rain, a whispered promise, a cloudless sky, the perfect punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. And it's the only thing in the world keeping me afloat.

Torture is not torture when there’s any hope of relief.

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