Sometimes I wanted to peel away all of my skin and find a different me underneath.

She wished she had a little yellow house of her own, with a flower box full of real flowers and herbs – pansies and rosemary – and a sweet lover who would swing dance with her in the evenings and cook pasta and read poetry aloud.

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.)

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

If you were a mermaid, you said, If you were a mermaid, I was the sea.

Each of us has a family tree full of stories inside of us, Dirk thought. Each of us has a story blossoming out of us.

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.