Because I'm the kind of girl who fantasizes about being trapped in a library overnight.

Why do I write?
To be somewhere else
To get free of ourselves
To stop
To stop being anything or anywhere at all
To disappear

Bright and warm and crackling--he was a human campfire.

In new situations, all the trickiest rules are the ones nobody bothers to explain to you. (And the ones you can’t google.) Like, where does the line start? What food can you taste? Where are you supposed to stand, then where are you supposed to sit? Where do you go when you’re done, why is everyone watching you? . . . Bah.

It’s just . . . everything. There are too many people. And I don’t fit in. I don’t know how to be.

I'm not really a book person."
"That might be the most idiotic thing you've ever said to me.