“A book was mere paper splattered with ink until a readers mind gave it life.”

“Friend. Before Mark, Id known its definition. Now I knew its meaning.”

“I loved her in ways I understood, full of physical aches and the need to be near her whenever I could. But I also loved her in ways that were unfamiliar, with an intensity that made me willing to a...”

“I knew a sudden shyness. There was a look on his face, a stillness to his body that had never been there before. Though I couldnt give the emotion a name, I felt it, too. We had something special. ...”

“Friend. Before Mark, I’d known its definition. Now I knew its meaning.”

“nights and days came and passedand summer and winterand the sun and the windand the rain.and it was good to be a little islanda part of the worldand a world of its ownall surrounded by the bright b...”

“When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground it makes a loud crashing sound. When a window shatters a table leg breaks or when a picture falls off the wall it makes a noise. But as for your heart...”

“A good friend of mine once said, "I have never met a bigot who was a reader as a child.”

“Just because it's fiction doesn't mean it's any less true.”

“Oh, Sweetie. No one ever gets through their TBR list. For every book you finish, you'll add five more. That's just the way it works.”

“If you don't have time to read, you don't have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.”