It's not finding what's lost, it's understanding what you've found.

It was the sort of beauty you feel so deeply it becomes contagious and somehow makes you feel beautiful too.

She didn't like being twelve. It felt like someplace between who she'd been and who she was about to be. It felt like no place at all.

You can be betrayed in your sleep. The whole world can tilt while you're dreaming of butterflies.

The adults don't know what's happening on the kids' universe and the kids don't know what's happening on the adults' universe

Holding a tear back makes them drain upward, higher and higher, until one day your head just explodes and you're left with a stub of a neck and nothing more.

You cannot dispute the ridiculous. You cannot argue reasonably with evil.