Bee

“It’s hard.” “What is?” “Being alive.” “It is,” Arthur agreed. “But perhaps that’s the point: the trials and tribulations of life weigh heavily upon us, but we find people to help lighten the load.”
― T.J. Klune, Somewhere Beyond the Sea

“Because I’m headed down the hill, and you’re headed up it. I’m just glad we chanced to meet on the way.”
― Travis Baldree, Bookshops & Bonedust

“I am but paper. Brittle and thin. I am held up to the sun, and it shines right through me. I get written on, and I can never be used again. These scratches are a history. They’re a story. They tell things for others to read, but they only see the words, and not what the words are written upon. I am but paper, and though there are many like me, none are exactly the same. I am parched parchment. I have lines. I have holes. Get me wet, and I melt. Light me on fire, and I burn. Take me in hardened hands, and I crumple. I tear. I am but paper. Brittle and thin.”
― T.J. Klune, The House in the Cerulean Sea

“I know now,' she said. What it means to be human.'
He wiped away her tears. 'What?'
'It means having your heart broken. There is nothing more human than a broken heart.”
― T.J. Klune, The Bones Beneath My Skin