You are in my blood. I cant help it. We can't be anywhere except together

When they first kiss, there on the beach, they will kneel at the edge of the Pacific and say a prayer of thanks, sending all the stories of love inside them out in a fleet of bottles all across the oceans of the world.

Flowers are reincarnation. They come out of the earth of our ashes. Nothing else looks so soul-like.

I dreamed of being a part of the stories—even terrifying one, even horror stories—because at least the girls in stories were alive before they died.

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.

But death is stronger than that and when you cover your eyes you are the one who can't see the dark. The dark still sees you.

I try to see the dark and light in everything. This is my way of comforting myself when I am dealing with those emotions.