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

Pride is a funny thing; it can make what is truly worthless appear to be a treasure.

I don't think I make much of a distinction between the 'real' and the 'fantastic.' They both seem to be threads in the same cloth as far as I'm concerned.

...he had a way of taking your hand which made it clear he'd have to be the one to let go." From Alice Hoffman's "Local Girls", pg.102.

I thought that love was a river, endless and deep. I thought it merely happened, washing over you like water. It was nothing to search for, nothing to force. I didn't understand that even when we can't control our fate, we alone have the last say in matters of the heart. We can give it freely, even in the worst of times, even when it isn't returned.

My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel.

I must keep my head and not give in to desire, for desire is what causes women to drown.