The girl in the mirror wasn't who I wanted to be and her life wasn't the one I wanted to have.

Maybe her own tears were the poison that made her grow.

We both believe in monsters. But all the ghosts and demons are you. And all the angels and genies are you. All the kings, queens, Buddhas, beautiful boys. Inside you. No one can take them away. (Missing Angel Juan.)

Choose to believe in your own myth your own glamour your own spell a young woman who does this (even if she is just pretending) has everything.

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

Every girl is a goddess.

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