I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.
Maybe there's something you're afraid to say, or someone you're afraid to love, or somewhere you're afraid to go. It's gonna hurt. It's gonna hurt because it matters.
I am going to take this bucket of water and pour it on the flames of hell, and then I am going to use this torch to burn down the gates of paradise so that people will not love God for want of heaven or fear of hell, but because He is God.
I'm in love with cities I've never been to and people I've never met.
He liked all books because he liked the mere act of reading, the magic of turning scratches on a page into words inside his head.
There is nothing magical about how you get from the middle of a book to the end of one.
Here's my answer to the very real existential crisis that grips me midway through everything I've ever tried to do: I think stories help us fight the nihilistic urges that constantly threaten to consume us.
I wanted to be one of those people who have streaks to maintain, who scorch the ground with their intensity. But for now, at least I knew such people, and they needed me, just like comets need tails.
The truth resists simplicity.
And so I [...] kept walking, grateful to be a little boat full of water, still floating.