He stepped back and threw his arms out. "I'm always crazy around you Rose. Here, I'm going to write an impromptu poem for you." He tipped his head back and shouted to the sky: "Rose is in red But never in blue Sharp as a thorn Fights like one too.
Richelle MeadEverything's about my personal entertainment. The world is my stage. Keep it up- you're becoming a star performer in the show.
Richelle MeadIt was near curfew time, and I was dropping him off for the night. He shook his head. "Rose, I don't know if you're crazy or not, but I'm actually starting to think you might be the best guardian- or soon-to-be guardian- out there." "Did you just give me a serious compliment?" I asked. He turned his back on me and headed inside his dorm. "Good night.
Richelle MeadAll we can go on is what we think, how we see the world. If you can't trust your own mind what can you trust?
Richelle Mead