Michael Faudet Quotes

A mind possessed by unmade books.

I could taste the salt on her lips, each kiss like a summer wave breaking on an empty beach.

A mind possessed by unmade books, unwritten lines on empty hooks.

Magic tumbled from her pretty lips and when she spoke the language of the universe– the stars sighed in unison.

I never understood desire until i felt your hands around my throat.

Good night - may you fall asleep in the arms of a dream, so beautiful, you'll cry when you awake.

Lost is a lovely place to find yourself.

Falling so madly in love with you is a tragedy. Nothing in my world will ever seem so beautiful again.

I spend most nights at home falling in love with the idea of you.