You can't save people from themselves. You can only try to wake them up.
I'm sorry your pretty little world got all screwed up, but everybody's does, and you go on. It's how you go on that defines you.
I hope when I'm ninety-five the only things I want are free: love, family, a good home-cooked meal.
I'd rather live a hard life of fact than a sweet life of lies.
Love can grown among the rocks and thorns of life.
Don't leave me, Rainbow Girl." Rainbow Girl. Was that who I was? It seemed so long ago. I smiled faintly. "Remember the skirt I wore to Mallucé's the night you told me to dress Goth?" "It's upstairs in your closet. Never throw it away. It looked like a wet dream on you.