If you can’t trust me with a choice, how can you trust me with a child?
Twenty-six letters and some punctuation marks and you have infinite words in infinite worlds. How is that not a miracle?
Because the hard part of falling down is not the falling down, or the getting back up. It’s seeing what happens to the people you fall on. You get bruised; they get flattened.
In destroying ourselves, we also learn to create ourselves.
I continue reading, remembering why I used to love books. Because they show us, in so many words, and so many worlds, that we are not alone.
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I read the opening lines of the book, and it’s like my own pages are coming unstuck. For so long, all I’ve felt is fear, and all this time, it was grief. I continue reading, remembering why I used to love books. Because they show us, in so many words, and so many worlds, that we are not alone. A miracle, in twenty-six letters.
Unfortunately, sometimes the things we love can also kill us.
Why had she asked a mirror – or anyone for that matter – to tell her who she was?
You know, the portrait gallery is full of paintings of men who’ve killed those who have wronged them,” Elsinora said. “But they’re not called villains. They’re called heroes.
Knowing that something bad is going to happen, whether you want it to or not, to the point that you just want it to happen so you can stop dreading it.
Toate relatiile sunt dure. La fel ca in muzica, uneori exista armonie, iar alteori – o cacofonie sinistra. Nu-i cazul sa-ti spun asta tocmai tie.
I mean, does anybody read anymore?
Dar as intelege daca alegi dragostea, dragostea pentru Adam in detrimentul dragostei pentru muzica. Orice ai alege, castigi. Si, orice ai alege, pierzi. Ce pot sa-ti spun? Dragostea e dificila.
Ira may be the Giving Tree, but the boy with the ax who chops him down, branch by branch – that’s me.
You’ve got me believing in a great good place.
Maybe we are all inevitable.
They evolved into birds.
Are all movies books first?” “Just the best ones.
Kim doesn’t ask any more questions after that. They sit there in silence, each lost in their own thoughts, and it reminds me of how Adam and I can be together but quiet and separate and I realize that they’re friends now, friends for real. No matter what happens, at least I have achieved that.
Like us,” I repeat. “Are the answers to all life’s questions in books?
Shouldn’t I stay? Soldier through it? Maybe if I’d had some practice, maybe if I’d had more devastation in my life, I would be more prepared to go on. It’s not that my life has been perfect. I’ve had disappointments and I’ve been lonely and frustrated and angry and all the crappy stuff everyone feels. But in terms of heartbreak, I’ve been spared. I’ve never toughened up enough to handle what I’d have to handle if I were to stay.