“Your lips were made for mine, Beck. You are the reason I have a mouth, a heart.”

“I'm the same way about the bookshop. You know, I walk around and I feel the whole world is in there, the most important stories of all time.”

“The problem with books is that they end.”

“I peeked in the bag. Do you know what was in there? I'll tell you what was in there: a collapsible tray table. Is there any sadder purchase in this fucking world? Maybe a CD of C+C Music Factory's ...”

“... and Lynn is dead inside, like a corpse. She Instagrams methodically, clinically, as if she's gathering evidence for defense, like her entire life is dedicated to proving that she has a life.”

“It's amazing how good fifty and sunny feels after you've been bleeding in twelve with a windchill of go fuck yourself.”

“Some experiences are universal. A girl is a girl whether she lives in West Omaha or Sweet Valley. Books are often far more than books.”

“A half-read book is a half-finished love affair.”

“The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,And all the sweet serenity of books”

“You are a monster, deathly, solipsistic to the bone and youre blasphemous because all you want is You”

“There is nothing more terrifying than realizing that the one who knows you best loves you least, pities you even.”

“Los Angeles is full of places to hide a body, but when the person inside the body doesnt love you, its not an easy thing, turning that breathing person into a dead one.”

“Nothing can fill you up, she stated.Nope, he agreed again.You wont let it.Barrels got a hole in the bottom, buddy, everything leaks out no matter how much you pour in.She was silent a moment then s...”

“Lou reluctantly drew back, still holding Joe, and placed his soft lips on Joe's own. Existence reacted to their reunion. Immediately, it was as if two halves became whole once again. The sky flashe...”

“Nothing can fill you up,” she stated.“Nope,” he agreed again.“You won’t let it.”“Barrel’s got a hole in the bottom, buddy, everything leaks out no matter how much you pour in.”She was silent a mome...”