I know that all the magic kisses in the world probably couldn't have helped him today. But I would do anything to have been able to give him one.

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

In the middle of L.A.'s sunny non-winter, I need to sit in a dark closet to feel right.

Traveling is not something you are good at. It is something you do. Like breathing.

So are you moving on now? Is that what brought you to the grand metropolis of Valladolid?” “No. The wind just blew me here.” “What? Like a plastic bag?” “I prefer to think of myself as a ship. Like a sailboat.

...being Lulu, it made me realize that all my life I've been living in a small, square room, with no windows and no doors. And I was fine. I was happy, even. I thought. Then someone came along and showed me there was a door in the room. One that I'd never even seen before. Then he opened it for me. Held my hand as I walked through it. And for one perfect day, I was on the other side. I was somewhere else. Someone else. And then he was gone, and I was thrown back into my little room. And now, no matter what I do, I can't seem to find that door.

And I kissed him back so hard, like I was trying to merge our bodies through our lips.