Alexandra

“I wanted to know whether you could ever fully know someone. If knowing how they were—how they moved and spoke and the faces they made and the things they tried not to look at—amounted to knowing them. Or if knowing things about them—where they’d been born, all the people they’d been, who they’d loved, the worlds they’d come from—added up to anything.”
― Emily Henry, Beach Read

“He was always leaning on something, like he couldn’t bear to hold all his own weight upright for more than a second or two. He lounged, he sprawled, he hunched and reclined. He never simply stood or sat. In college, I’d thought he was lazy about everything except writing. Now I wondered if he was simply tired, if life had beaten him into a permanent slouch, folded him over himself so no one could get at the soft center, the kid who dreamed of running away on trains and living in the branches of a redwood.”
― Emily Henry, Beach Read

“Personally, I think she liked living there, between the pages with him. Always adding little bits of memory but never closing the door.”
― Rebecca Yarros, The Things We Leave Unfinished

“A tendency toward obsession was hardwired into his brain and would likely be his undoing if he couldn’t learn to outsmart it.”
― Suzanne Collins, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes