But be careful; sand is already broken but glass breaks. The shoes are for dancing, not running away.

At least the girls in stories were alive before they died.

Love is a dangerous angel.

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.

Love is the worst earthquake there is. Can crush you to the thickness of your bones. Love can be like cancer sometimes. Terminal. It can make you vomit. It can make you want to cut it out. It can take you over against your will.

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.

Weetzie wished she could shake blue glitter around all of them - keeping them sparkling and safe.