We all look. The lucky find. The wise accept.

Don't give up on your own happy-evers.

She walked with a ghost of herself, one full of potential and possibility. One who was fearless. Where had that girl gone?

...If I don't have twenty or thirty books right here, waiting to be read, I start jonesing. That's my compulsion.

Change--savor the cool, fresh flavor of it.

Anything worth anything can be found in books.