No one is who they pretend to be

I want to make her cry and then lick up the tears.

Because for that day, I really did become Lulu. Maybe not from the film or the real Louise Brooks, but my own idea of what Lulu represented. Freedom. Daring. Adventure. Saying yes.

It's funny the things you think you're scared of until they're upon you, and then you're not.

I might have been eleven years old and a little socially immature, but I recognized a gauntlet being thrown down when I saw it, and I had no choice but to take it up.

I’ve been feeling something else. Like I’m about to be sucked into something powerful and painful.

It's nice, this. The canal." He looks at me. "You." "I'll bet you say that to all the canals.