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“Sometimes Simon kisses me like it’s the end of the world, and I worry he might believe that it is.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Wayward Son

“Words are abstraction, break off from the green; words are patterns in the way fences and trenches are. Words hurt. I can hide in words so long as I scatter them through my body; to read your letters is to gather flowers from within myself, pluck a blossom here, a fern there, arrange and rearrange them in ways to suit a sunny room.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“Can I?” he asks.
Can you what, Simon? Kiss me? Kill me? Break my heart?
I touch him like he’s made of butterfly wings.
“You don’t have to ask.” I say it loud enough that he’ll hear me, over everything.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Wayward Son

“Even poetry, which breaks language into meaning - poetry ossifies, in time, the way trees do. What’s supple, whipping, soft and fresh grows hard, grows armor. If I could touch you, put my finger into your temple and sink you into me the way Garden does - perhaps then. But I would never.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War