You're beautiful and sad," I said finally, not looking at him when I did. "Just like your
eyes. You're like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again." For a long moment there was only the whirring sound of the tires on the road, and then Sam said softly, "Thank you.”
It is possible to be in love with you just because of who you are.
What do you eat?"
"Baby bunnies." She narrowed her eyes, so I grinned and said, "Adult bunnies, too. I'm an equal-opportunity bunny-eater.
My words are unerring tools of destruction, and I’ve come unequipped with the ability to disarm them.
Books are more real when you read them outside.
You're like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again.
She wasn't interested in telling other people's futures. She was interested in going out and finding her own.