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

The blanket was there, but it was the boy's embrace that covered and warmed him.

When a stargirl cries, she sheds not tears but light.

Nothing’s more fun than being carried away.

The trouble with miracles is, they don't last long.

She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a cork board like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.

Hey, this is it—right now!—the time when you find out who you are and what you can do. And how will you ever know if you don't try new stuff?