Dreams, dreams. I walk them; I live them. I delude myself with them. It's a wonder I can spot reality anymore.

Life, unfortunately, doesnʹt seem to care what we want. Act now while you can actually stop it from being a disaster.

He's been out for a while," she said. "You ready to take a break?" Hopper could exist in this living form or be transformed into a small statue, which helped avoid uncomfortable questions when people came by. Only she could transform him though. "Yeah. He keeps trying to eat my paints. And I don't want him to watch me kiss you goodbye.

What were good and evil, really, but stupid categories? Stupid categories that restricted people and punished or rewarded them based on how they responded to their own natures, natures they really didn't have any way to control.

Every relationship is different. Everyone loves differently.

Propriety's never been Adrian's strong suit.

Conversation was irrelevant. Only pie mattered.