«but books are curious objects. they have the power to trap, transport, and even transform you if you are lucky.

"how can something so final happen in an instant? no preparation. no warning. no chance to do all the things you planned to do. no chance to say goodbye."

"okay."
"real okay or fake okay?"
"somewhere in between."

the prettiest things to denote the ugliest of deeds

there's this moment, this tiny moment, in between the time you decide to pull a trigger and the time death arrives. there's just you and it and everything you're about to take away. it's too big. it goes forever.