“Stars were not meant for taking. They would burn up in your hands, taking your skin with it, marring your bone. Better to look at them from a safe distance, shield your eyes when they’re close. Stars were made for easy wishes, when you could look at them straight on and know that you will not be blinded for it. Stars were ghosts, and they knew what it was live to live once, too.”
Book:Lend Me Your Eyes