Kizzy wanted it all so bad her soul leaned half out of her body hungering after it, and that was what drove the goblins wild, her soul hanging out there like an untucked shirt.

So here we are, talking about Roman unicycles and alien sandwiches and my sister’s Italian misfortunes, while hanging in between us is: MY EPIC FAILURE TO CARPE. What’s wrong with me?

We only get to be one person; we don't even get to choose that person. By the time we get ahold of ourselves, we are pieces already in play.

It was interesting the way a small hate could grow inside a big hate and take it over.

The audacity to love. Do you know what a gift that is?

Happiness. It was the place where passion, with all its dazzle and drumbeat, met something softer: homecoming and safety and pure sunbeam comfort. It was all those things, intertwined with the heat and the thrill, and it was as bright within her as a swallowed star.

Because hope comes from in you, and wishes are just magic.