I want to be untouchable and beautiful and completely dead inside.

Magic can be found in stolen moments.

Maybe any love we ever have is an angel in whatever form.

I'll be inside the one who holds you. And then I won't be.

Relieved because what I dreaded most in the whole world was going to happen and I wouldn’t have to live with it anymore—the fear. There is the relief of finally not being alone and the relief of being alone when no one can take anything away from you. Here she was, my beautiful fear. Shiny as crystal lace frost.

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

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.