“Love paints the heart so delicate; so why would my words ever borrow the ink of their own demise?” — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
“The words you can't find, you borrow. We read to know we're not alone. We read because we are alone. We read… — Gabrielle Zevin Copy Share Image
The words you can't find, you borrow. We read to know we're not alone. We read because we are alone. We read… — Gabrielle Zevin Copy Share Image
