No tuvimos sexo. Nunca nos desnudamos. Nunca toqué su pecho desnudo y sus manos nunca bajaron más allá de mis caderas. No importaba. Mientras dormía, le susurré:
-Te amo, Alaska Young

So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.

We never be hopeless, beacuse we never be irrapablely broken.

I don't think we should see the world of books as fundamentally separate from the world of the Internet. Yes, the Internet contains a lot of videos of squirrels riding skateboards, but it can also be a place that facilitates big conversations about books.

We are not as frail as the strings would make us believe.

In the dark beside me, she smelled of sweat and sunshine and vanilla,