it's a metaphor, see?

“scared, potter?” “you wish”

Never Let Go

| JUNE | dripping grapefruit-colored skies, soft caresses of sun rays, temperate embraces of warm winds, honey glazed fingers running through the wind on long drives, lightly floating sundresses, building sand castles next to gently crashing waves.

“My name is Jared Howe. I haven’t spoken to another human being in more than two years, so I’m sure I must seem… a little crazy to you. Please, forgive that and tell me your name, anyway.“ “Melanie,” I whisper. “Melanie,” he repeats. “I can’t tell you how delighted I am to meet you.”

“This place was truly the highest and the lowest of all worlds - the most beautiful senses, the most exquisite emotions.. the most malevolent desires, the darkest deeds. Perhaps it was meant to be so. Perhaps without the lows, the highs could not be reached.”  — The Host, Stephenie Meyer