If time heals all wounds, and a book can hold a person's entire life, then you can speed up the process with a pulp time warp.
We are thickly layered, page lying upon page, behind simple covers. And love - it is not the book itself, but the binding.
It was about the way a moment, a single moment, could change things and make you decide to try to be someone different.
summer, after all, is a time when wonderful things can happen to quiet people. for those few months, you’re not required to be who everyone thinks you are, and that cut-grass smell in the air and the chance to dive into the deep end of a pool give ...
I love to see those paragliders weaving softly around Moon Point, their legs floating above you in the air. When they drift in for a landing, their feet touch the ground and they trot forward from the continued motion of the glider, which billows dow...
A person is never as quiet or unrestrained as they seem, or as bad or good, as vulnerable or as strong, as sweet or as feisty; we are thickly layered, page lying upon page, behind simple covers. And love - it is not the book itself, but the binding. ...
The magic of purpose and of love in its purest form. Not televison love, with its glare and hollow and sequined glint; not sex and allure, all high shoes and high drama, everything both too small and in too much excess, but just love. Love like rain,...
To an untrained eye, need and love were as easily mistaken for each other as the real master's painting and a forgery.
Because what is more like love than the ocean? You can play in it, drown in it. It can be clear and bright enough to hurt your eyes, or covered in fog; hidden behind a curve of road, and then suddenly there in full glory. Its waves come like breaths,...
I was like a chocolate in a box, looking well behaved and perfect in place, all the while harboring a secret center.
Maybe it was better to be who he thought I was than who I thought I was.
