That's the fairy tale. You meet, you fall in love, you kiss, and neither of you is revolted by it. You get married and have kids and live happily ever after.

He'd always been fascinated by her, drawn to her the way curious people are always drawn to things they don't understand.

You are who you are, whether you like it or not, so why not like it?

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

Girls like us, when we love, it takes everything we have.

Children always know when their mothers are crazy - they just never admit it, not out loud, to anyone.

When you're happy for yourself, it fills you. When you're happy for someone else, it pours over.