The rules of magic, my dear, are best not discusses. For once we understand the illusion, we no longer believe it.

I hate high heels. Walking in high heels for eight hours a day should be forbidden by the Geneva Convention.

Maybe that's what real friendship is -- getting so used to people that you need to be annoyed by them.

Maybe girls need an island to find themselves. Maybe they need a place where no one's is watching them so they can be who they really are

Theta crashed next to them on the thick zebra-skin rug. “I’m embalmed.” “Potted and splificated?” “Ossified to the gills. Time for night-night.

The hand you hold the longest is your own.

I wonder how many times each day she dies a little.