She was bendable light: she shone around every corner of my day.

Nobody knows who said it first, but somebody must have: 'Kid's gotta be a maniac.

Ironic," Betty Lou said at last. "The cereus insists on sunlight---that's why it must be at the end of the yard. And yet it saves its flowers for the moon. The sun never sees what it fathers." It takes from the day," I said, "gives to the night.

In my mind, I'm writing for everybody.

Because that's what you do, you stand up for your best friend. And you eat lunch with him and talk with him and share secrets and laugh a lot and go places and do stuff, and when you wake up in the morning, he's the first person you think of.

Because life doesn't always happen according to a timetable or calendar. And feelings can't be scheduled.

I have to tell you I love living in a world without clocks. The shackles are gone. I’m a puppy unleashed in a meadow of time. -- Stargirl