And Poppy, remember that someday you will meet a frog who will turn into a handsome prince." "Good," Beatrix said. "Because all she's met so far are princes who turn into frogs." "Mr. Bayning is not a frog," Poppy protested. "You're right," Beatrix said. "That was very unfair to frogs, who are lovely creatures.

It's drugs, isn't it"? Tara was so innocent. She got pulled into that glamorous lifestyle with all her rich friends...all that cocaine dust floating around, she probably inhaled some by accident, and then -' 'There's no such thing as secondhand cocaine snorting, Mom.

Only someone who had experienced such bitter despair would be able to recognize it in another.

Opening up to the wrong person is like putting ammo in their hands.

I wondered how much of me would be left after tomorrow.

One could pick apart love, examine every filament of attraction, and still it would never be fully explained. It simply was.

Some folks are happier not being saved.