When she came to write her story, she would wonder when the books and the words started to mean not just something, but everything. - Markus Zusak

And I stop listening to me, because to put it bluntly, I tire me.

I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.

"His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do - the best ones. The ones who rise up and say "I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come." Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places."