With enough time, you can get used to almost anything.

Homework, I have discovered, involves a sharp pencil and thick books and long sighs.

Her eyes hold the pale moon in them, the way a still pond holds stars.

My life is flashing lights and pointing fingers and uninvited visitors. Inches away, humans flatten their little hands against the wall of glass that separates us.The glass says you are this and we are that and that is how it will always be.

I always tell the truth, Stella replies. Although I sometimes confuse the facts.

Yes," he said. "You were strong. You were brave. You were good. You mattered.

Especially when you're faced with hard times, you need to remember that life is either tragedy or comedy. For me, that's what the magic is. Life has remarkable, surprising moments that get you through the hard times.