Everything is an illusion; that is the whole thing about it - illusion, immitation, a mirage. It makes me too sad. Its having like a good dream, you know you are going to wake up.

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

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

She pushed the gardener away and called for them. In her sleep she had seen love. It was poisoning. It was possessing. Devouring. Or it was seven pairs of boots climbing up the stairs to find her.

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.

What sexual preference do you hope she has?” “Happiness.” Isnt that cool?

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