I didn't realize then what a privilege that was: to be bored with your best friend; to have time to waste.

But it does not tell you this: that love will turn the whole world into something greater than itself.

He Is looking at me through the smoke, across the fence. He never takes his eyes off me. His hair Is a crown of leaves, of thorns, of flames. His eyes are blazing with light, more light than all the lights in every city in the whole world, more light than we could ever invent If we had ten thousand billion years.

It occurs to me that for a long time she has been doing her own version of resisting.

Do the other kids make fun of you? For how you talk?' 'Sometimes.' 'So why don't you do something about it? You could learn to talk differently, you know.' But this is my voice. How would you be able to tell when I was talking?

I didn't realize then what a privilege that was: to be bored with your best friend; to have time to waste.

Love obeys no laws other than its own.