The best way to know a city is to eat it.
You don't know what it's like, when your best friend disappears.
Looking for a thousand years is worth it, if in the end you find what you need.
But I feel more real when I'm around her. Like I'm not fading.
But books don't happen by accident.
And I kind of love it that you want to know everything.
What did a happy ending even mean in real life, anyway? In stories you simply said, 'They lived happily ever after,' and that was it. But in real life people had to keep on living, day after day, year after year.
First love is amazing and wonderful, but a kind of panic underlies it, a sense of not knowing what you're doing.
...this is life. Right here in this room, with you, is life.
More lies, but maybe lies were better than the truth.