Once upon a time . . . What time are we upon and where do I belong?

Everything was fine, but Weetzie wanted a baby. “How could you want one?” My Secret Agent Lover Man said. “There are way too many babies. And diseases. And nuclear accidents. And crazy psychos. We cant have a baby,” he said.

My heart is a teacup with hairline cracks. I feel like I have to walk real carefully so it won't get shaken and just all shatter and break.

I'll be inside the one who holds you. And then I won't be.

Love is a dangerous angel.

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

I didn't tell him that what I was most scared of, most haunted by, was something I didn't understand and could never run away from. It was myself.