Here I am, wasting away inside
a book I wish I could escape, and all she wants to do is
stay in the story.
If I could talk to this girl Delilah, I’d ask her why on
earth she would ever trade a single second of the world
she’s in for the one in which I’m stuck

“Why hadn’t he realized this before? Everyone knew that if you divided realityby…”

“You know, he told me once, completely exasperated, you've got one glass of wate…”

“Time is an optical illusion- never quite as soild or strong as we think it is”

“If you end your story, it's a static work of art, a finite circle. But if you d…”