This is what I love about novels, both reading them and writing them. They jump into the abyss, to be with you

“He really was beautiful. I know boys aren’t supposed to be, but he was.”

“Also, I feel that crying is almost--like, aside from deaths of relatives or wha…”

“If drunk were cookies, I'd be Famous Amos”

“I wondered whether I could find a Great Perhaps here at all or whether I had ma…”