He was so handsome,but he didn't look well.He reminded her of a cigarette.

It's important to tell your story. It's important to listen.

I dreamed you were standing in this dark place and you touched these dead flowers and they lit up like they were electric or something. Electric lilies. Lighting up the Valley.

Okay. I wish for world peace,” Weetzie said. “I am sorry,” the genie said. “I cant grant that wish. Its out of my league.” “Then I wish for an infinite number of wishes!” Those people on fairy tales never thought of that. “People in fairy tales wish for that all the time,” the genie said. “They arent stupid. It just isnt in the records because I cant grant that type of wish.

He said, You're so tiny, like a doll, you look like you might break. I wanted him to break me. Part of me did.

Magic can be found in stolen moments.

Each of us has a family tree full of stories inside of us, Dirk thought. Each of us has a story blossoming out of us.