People see what they wish to see. And in most cases, what they are told that they see.
I have tried to let you go and I cannot. I cannot stop thinking of you. I cannot stop dreaming about you.
It is likely to make us think we are not caged. We cannot feel the bars unless we push against them.
This is not magic. This is the way the world is, only very few people take the time to stop and note it.
You believe you could not live with the pain. Such pain is not lived with. It is only endured. I am sorry.
I think looking forward will be better than looking back.
I couldn’t tell the difference between what was real and what I wanted to be real.
You don’t have to be a chef or even a particularly good cook to experience proper kitchen alchemy: the moment when ingredients combine to form something more delectable than the sum of their parts.
Life takes us to unexpected places sometimes. The future is never set in stone, remember that.
Only the ship is made of books, its sails thousands of overlapping pages, and the sea it floats upon is dark black ink.
And there are never really endings, happy or otherwise. Things keep going on, they overlap and blur, your story is part of your sister’s story is part of many other stories, and there is no telling where any of them may lead.
Follow your dreams Bailey. Be they Harvard or somehing else entirely. No matter what that father of yours says, or how loudly he might say it. He forgets that he was someone’s dream once, himself.
To be rather than to seem.
But you built me dreams instead.
Each of them always gravitating toward the other. Yet still they do not touch.
If she were gone I would be nothing. You should think better of yourself than to settle for that.
Secrets have power, and that power diminishes when they are shared, so they are best kept and kept well. Sharing secrets, real secrets, important ones, with even one other person, will change them.
Trespassers Will Be Exsanguinated.
I cannot let a place that is so important to so many people fade away. Something that is wonder and comfort and mystery all together that they have nowhere else. If you had that, wouldn’t you want to keep it?
Where do you get your ideas? people ask. Sometimes they’re at the bottoms of cups of tea. Sometimes they’re lurking in my shower. Sometimes they’re waiting patiently in glass cases in museums.