And we are quotation marks, inverted and upside down, clinging to one another at the end of this life sentence. Trapped by lives we did not choose.

I have a heart, says science, but I am a monster, says society.

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

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.

Books are easily destroyed. But words will live as long as people can remember them.

Girls are always talking about electricity in their romance, but none are too happy to actually be electrocuted, apparently. Bloody confusing, is what it is.

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