Evie wanted to cry. From fear. From exhaustion, yes. But mostly from the cruel uselessness, the damned stupid arbitrariness of it all.

Amen, sister, ... All apologies to Tom Cruise.

...dreams were dreams and reality was reality and she felt people were better off understanding the difference.

I know because I read...Your mind is not a cage. It's a garden. And it requires cultivating.

I wouldn’t expect you to get it, Daisy. You don’t look at anything besides Photoplay—and even then somebody’s gotta explain the pictures to you.” Daisy’s mouth hung open in outrage. “Well, I never!” “Yeah, that’s what you tell all your fellas, but the rest of us aren’t buying it. Go away, now, Daisy. Shoo, little fly!

Travel opens your mind as few other things do. It is its own form of hypnotism, and I am forever under its spell

I refuse to let the past find me here.