What kind of world is this? And what do you do about it? What do you do when the worst thing that can happen actually happens?

The Color Of Extraordinary.

It's such a colossal effort not to be haunted by what's lost, but to be enchanted by what was.

This is it--what all the hoopla is about, what Wuthering Heights is about--it all boils down to this feeling rushing through me in this moment with Joe as our mouths refuse to part. Who knew all this time I was one kiss away from being Cathy and Juliet and Elizabeth Bennet and Lady Chatterley!?

I wish my shadow would get up and walk beside me.

When he plays all the flowers swap colors and years and decades and centuries of rain pour back into the sky

There were once two sisters who were not afriad of the dark because the dark was full of the other's voice across the room, because even when the night was thick and starless they walked home together from the river seeing who could last the longest without turning on her flashlight, not afraid because sometimes in the pitch of night they'd lie on their backs in the middle of the path and look up until the stars came back and when they did, they'd reach their arms up to touch them and did.