Anne Bergwall

“When did your flight plan become a holding pattern, always circling happiness, but never allowed to land? Distracted by in-flight movies, drinks, and snacks, until the fuel runs out. Is this really all there is? Is this what you want out of life?”
― John Mark Green

“Your heart plays a song like a broken music box, but nothing ever sounded quite so beautiful to me. Together, in the dance of wounded-wing swans we’ll rise above the ruins, melting into the golden light.”
― John Mark Green

“Sadness is a bruise on the skin of memory.”
― John Mark Green

“After what she's been through, there really should be crime scene tape around her heart.”
― John Mark Green