We all look. The lucky find.
Don't you want me to kiss you goodbye, sweetie?" "Kiss a cow farm boy
Pretending the past doesn't exist is as bad as living in it.
Holding onto something that's gone only makes a sickness inside.
And since I’m marrying into the Quartet, I have certain privileges and duties. If you’re sleeping with Laurel—” “I’m not sleeping with Laurel. We’re dating.” “Right, and the two of you are just going to hold hands, admire the moon, and sing camp songs.” “For a while. Minus the singing.
Magic exists. Who can doubt it, when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the music of the wind and the silence of the stars? Anyone who has loved has been touched by magic. It is such a simple and such an extraordinary part of the lives we live.