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In the custom of mourning, the fabric of the night had been ripped, revealing a star at each tiny tear.

The saddest day in the world will be the one when she stops pretending.

Memory is like plaster: peel it back and you just might find a completely different picture.

There are some dreams that get stuck between your teeth when you sleep, so that when you open your mouth to yawn awake they fly right out of you.

The ability to find sparks may be buried so deep in you that you stop believing there's a God. Until someone comes along, with so much light in her that you can't help but see your own, and when you're together,that light grows even brighter.

Teachers deserve respect," I explain. "Why do they get it for free, when everyone else has to earn it?