We got quiet. The garden was combing her hair and putting on earrings. The house was full of dancing creatures, not male and female but both, two lovers in one body. The books downstairs were reciting their poetry to each other, rubbing together, whispering through the leather covers. Wine was flowing through the water pipes. You had caught my leaping heart in your hand like a fish.

Tinys do not deserve safety. If they are to prove themselves, they must suffer and die or suffer and survive.

I dont know about happily ever after... but I know about happily, Weetzie Bat thought.

Our stories can set us free. When we set them free.

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.

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.

You're meant to have whatever your heart desires. Whatever your heart wants that much is already a part of you.