To Fred, those years seemed to pass like quickly skimming a book and then finding the ending wasn't what he expected. He wished he'd paid more attention to the story.
But she couldn't start this, because then it would end. Stories like this always ended. She couldn't take this pleasure, because she would spend the rest of her life missing it, hurting from it.
If a man has so much heat he burns your skin when he touches you, he's the devil. Run away
Who I am, what I am, is the culmination of a lifetime of reading, a lifetime of stories. And there are still so many more books to read. I'm a work in progress.
My favorite books are the ones that make me smile for hours after reading them. I want that for my readers, for the sweetness to linger. Sort of like chocolate, but without the calories.
You'd be surprised how easy some things can be, things you never thought you'd do, when you take self-respect out of the equation.
We decided to become a society of women, a club to make sure women were protected. The club was something important back then. Not like it is today.
He claimed the waters must have, indeed, been healing, because look how hard his journey was on him to get there, and how easy it was on him to get home.
It had always fascinated him that she'd consumed so many words, that her head was full of stories, told a thousand different ways.
It was hard not to feel sorry for a life that had no purpose of its own... His only purpose, it seemed, was to come into her mother's life in order to send her home. For that, Bay decided, she would b...
I needed to stop being what everyone thought I was.
Stability was overrated. Crises and adventures, on the other hand, could actually teach you something.
Fate never promises to tell you everything up front. You aren't always shown the path in life you're supposed to take. But if there was one thing she'd learned in the past few weeks, it was that somet...