Lines from a Public Library

Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.

Your hair is fire January embers My heart burns there, too.

I will look for powdered donuts in the wilderness.

All the secrets of the world worth knowing are hiding in plain sight.

The problem was the liars. They said she could do anything she set her mind to, they told her she should shoot for the moon because if she missed she's be among the stars, they made movies tricking her into thinking she could achieve heroic things. All lies. Because she was born to answer phones in call centers, to carry bags to customers' cars, to punch a clock, to measure her life in smoke breaks. To think otherwise was insane.

To die will be an awfully big adventure.

I'd seen a lot of terrifying things, but this unfinished whatever-it-was scared me worse.

Faced with the choice of living one breath longer or cashing in right now, most folks will take the extra moment. That single extra breath. Even when your world stops spinning and gravity dies and the blood glitters in the air like a galaxy of warm red suns all around you.

His heart exploded a little each time his thoughts came close to the idea. All his life he wanted to set sail for adventure, and here it was--right here! And it was greater than anything he could dream of, greater than discovering a golden city in the deepest jungles of the lands in the west. The king of the menfolk, cousin to gods, in Eric's castle...hidden as a polyp in a jar.

This feeling was different. I found myself grinning until my cheeks hurt, my scalp prickling til I thought it might lift off my head.

It's always a longer walk to the men's room, buckaroo

The word 'wander,' I discovered, was an anagram of my first name. Wander. My own name was a command.

Is anyone gonna invent a Richter scale to measure the magnitude of emotions in a young girl's heart?

I hate no one. I want only to be left in peace to understand the mysteries of the universe in my own way.

The curtains weren't enough. I shut ten thousand doors in my head and even then I couldn't keep it out.

Mythologically speaking, if there's anything I hate worse than trios of old ladies, it's bulls.

The truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.