When you live in a city with no stars to wish on, you have to wish on each other.

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

The most Beautiful people are the ones that don't look like one race or even one sex.

This was not a fearie tale. This was not the movies. This was life. It hurt more. It was excruciating. It was excruciatingly beautiful.

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.

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

At least the girls in stories were alive before they died.