“Was it hard?" I ask.Letting go?"Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn't real.”

“Was it hard?” I ask.“Letting go?”“Not as hard as holding on to something thatwasn’t real.”I gulp. “Can I ask how you did it?”“I just decided, Ava.That’s all.I just decided.”

“My heart breaks. Also not the first time. I long to go after him. To find himand hold himand kiss himin the loveliest of gardens.”

“Motion is always preferableto stagnation.When you move,things happen.You’re aliveStay still too long,And it´s hard to get moving again.”

“Some mornings,it's hard to getout of bed.Sleep lures youlike a strangerwith a piece of candy.Follow me.It will be okay.I promise.You know better, but still you follow,because you really do love candy.”

“Many times when I read a book, I want to savor each word, each phrase, each page, loving the prose so much, I don’t want it to end. Other times the story pulls me in, and I can hardly read fast enough, the details flying by, some of them lost because all that matters is making sure the character is all right when it’s over.”

“Life is so freaking hard. How do people do it? How do people get up every day and deal with the shit? It really makes you understand why there are so many messed-up people in the world. I mean, it's tough, trying to deal with demands coming at you from all sides.”