Every girl is a goddess.

Flowers are reincarnation. They come out of the earth of our ashes. Nothing else looks so soul-like.

Sometimes she wore Levi's with white-suede fringe sewn down the legs and a feathered Indian headdress, sometimes old fifties' taffeta dresses covered with poetry written in glitter, or dresses made of kids' sheets printed with pink piglets or Disney characters.

His own voice was older than he was. Ancient, unearthed from some mystical subterranean place...The voice seemed to make his whole body ache. Maybe it made him bleed inside. I wondered if it hurt, if it burned in his throat.

Welcome Beauty, banish fear.

You are in my blood. I cant help it. We can't be anywhere except together

But be careful; sand is already broken but glass breaks. The shoes are for dancing, not running away.