Remember this: Nothing is written in the stars. Not these stars, nor any others. No one controls your destiny.
Happy endings are still endings.
Books fall open, you fall in. When you climb out again, you’re a bit larger than you used to be.
In the lives of children, pumpkins turn into coaches, mice and rats turn into men. When we grow up, we realize it is far more common for men to turn into rats.
And girls need cold anger. They need the cold simmer, the ceaseless grudge, the talent to avoid forgiveness, the side stepping of compromise. They need to know when they say something that they will never back down, ever, ever.
So he stalked her again. Love makes hunters of us all.
There was much to hate in this world and too much to love.