Tahereh Mafi

All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.

I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.

Books are easily destroyed. But words will live as long as people can remember them.

I want to be the friend you fall hopelessly in love with. The one you take into your arms and into your bed and into the private world you keep trapped in your head. I want to be that kind of friend. The one who will memorize the things you say as well as the shape of your lips when you say them. I want to know every curve, every freckle, every shiver of your body. 

Raindrops are my only reminder that clouds have a heartbeat. That I have one, too.

I spent my life folded between the pages of books.
In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.