Don't you wish you could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever?

It was the best first kiss in the history of first kisses. It was as sweet as sugar. And it was warm, as warm as pie. The whole world opened up and I fell inside. I don't know where I was, but I didn't care. I didn't care because the only person who mattered was there with me.

It had always fascinated him that she'd consumed so many words, that her head was full of stories, told a thousand different ways.

She never thought she was good at making friends. But maybe she was just trying to be friends with the wrong people.

It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon.

Sometimes you weren't supposed to share pain. Sometimes it was best just to deal with it alone.

Why were girls in such a hurry to grow up? Agatha would never understand. Childhood was magical. Leaving it behind was a magnificent loss.