"We live and breathe words. …. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone."
They could be honest with me, and I with them.
Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid,
but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds,
I felt—I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt.
I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you.
I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted—and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.
Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince