Dust

I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from the dust whose smell I carry on my hands to this day.

- THE SHADOW OF THE WIND BY CARLOS RUIZ ZAFON

Lonely

He drew hypodermics, one after another. His pen pressed harder and harder as he colored in the embalming fluid inside, as he perfected the trajectory of the three drops squirting out.
Lonely, I thought, on Earth as it is in heaven.

- THE LOVELY BONES BY ALICE SEBOLD

Books

Books are for people who wish they were somewhere else.

- MARK TWAIN

Heaven

Dance like no one is watching. Sing like no one is listening. Love like you've never been hurt and live like it's heaven on Earth.

- MARK TWAIN