Peas baffled me. I could not understand why grown-ups would take things that tasted so good raw, and then put them in tins, and make them revolting.

Words save our lives, sometimes.

I'm somebody who considers happiness a journey, not a destination.

Trust dreams. Trust your heart, and trust your story.

She didn't have a daddy?" I asked. "No." "Did you have a daddy?" "You're all questions, aren't you? No, love. We never went in for that sort of thing. You only need men if you want to breed more men.

He had kissed her good night that night, and she had tasted like strawberry daiquiris, and he had never wanted to kiss anyone else again.

What do I do now?” “I don’t know. Fade away, perhaps. Or find another role.