I wondered if she'd ever written on her notebook: GEB + NUT = TRUE LOVE or MRS GEB.
Leo,” Hazel gasped, “I can’t—my arms—” “Hazel,” he said. “Do you trust me?” “No!” “Me neither,” Leo admitted.
What’s the point of being a magician if you can’t wave your wand and make the people you care about feel better?
She'd also called me brave...unless she was talking to the catfish.
I thought maybe he was seeing another tree. - Juniper
Teach you to try marrying me, you idiot!