Smile with instinct, then lick your wounds in the darkest of dark corners. Trace the scars back to your own fingers and remember them.

“I like that every page in every book can have a gem on it. It's probably what I…”

“Liesel was sure her mother carried the memory of him, slung over her shoulder. …”

“The point is, it didn’t really matter what the book was about. It was what it m…”

“You're far from this. This story is just another few hundred pages of your mind.”