Books are like lovers;you always love the latest,more than the previous,but you always fearthe latest is going to releasetoo soon.

A good writernever tells your secrets,they tell their own.They sacrifice themselvesand surrender you.

Every ending is always a beginning.Without endings, there would be no beginnings.I don't know about you,but you can't begin to live without knowing how to end...well.

This is where I long to get home to after vacation.This is where I feel comfy in my pajamas.This is where, no matter where I go,my bed is here and none is better than my own. When I think about you,you can never be him...When once upon a time ago, I never thought there WASa himthat could ever be you.

If you're going to force me out,someone else will find their way in.That is key.

Sometimes it's the distance between usthat keeps us close.

He taught me what true love is:helping each other breathe a little easier—smooth and steady—instead of dying a little every day,choking on being loved as someone's vice.

I slept like a rockComing through my windowWoke up with new light

The current's run is too wild,and we created it.A mermaid and mariner have so much romanticism,but too different of backgrounds.One breathes on grounded land,and one breathes above and below—fluidly.This is how she always gets stuck in their nets.They both try for the sake of fascination,but unlike the mermaid's lungs,fascination runs dry. So, they wave at the shorelineand go back to being whoever they were:half humans without each other.