Amy Plum

Besides the alternate universe offered by a book, the quiet space of a museum was my favorite place to go. My mom said I was an escapist at heart . . . that I preferred imaginary worlds to the real one. It’s true that I’ve always been able to yank myself out of this world and plunge myself into another.

Well, spit on my empty grave--if it ain't the attack of the Disney princesses!

I can't promise you an ordinary experience, Kate. I wish I could transform myself into a normal man and be there for you, always, without the trauma that defines my life as "the walking dead." Since that isn't possible, I can only reassure you that I will do everything in my power to make it up to you. To give you more than a normal boyfriend could. 
I have no idea what that will mean, exactly, but I'm looking forward to finding out. With you.

I have to warn you that my bedroom isn't the best place to stage an assault on me. It's where I'm at my weakest, with my bed a mere twenty feet away.

Stop flaunting your impeccable language skills, Vincent, help the girl to her feet and let her take her leave.

I spent the rest of the day in someone else's story. The rare moments that I put the book down, my own pain returned in burning stabs.