I will tell you the story of how we found ourselves in a realm where dreams are formed, destiny is chosen, and magic is as real as a handprint in the snow.
I can see his pain, see it in the way he runs his fingers through his hair, over and over, and I understand what it costs him to hide it all.
I’ve never been in love. I will die without knowing what it feels like to need to see one person’s face when you go to sleep at night, to crave seeing it when you wake up. I wish I knew.
Board the cows! We’ve come to enslave your marigolds.
No, I call. Come back. I’m here, he says. But I can’t see. It’s too bright. You can’t hold back the light, Gemma. I’m here. Trust me.
Retribution is a dog chasing its tail.
Maybe that’s what real friendship is – getting so used to people that you need to be annoyed by them.
I can be whatever. You can be whatever. We can be whatever. Whatever, together.
Judge not, lest ye be judged.
Everyone seems to want more form me. I am a thoroughly disappointing girl around. I shall wear a scarlet ‘D’ upon my bosom for all to see so that they will know not to raise their expectations.
Travel opens your mind as few other things do.
Ain’t that a sight? With all the things we know and learn, we still ain’t touched the big mysteries – where we come from, where we go next, why we even her. And when something truly miraculous happens, we run and hide in our caves. We deny.
To live is to love, to love is to live.
There’s a moment of profound sadness that can be dispelled only by summoning my anger.
We are English, and I expect you to behave as such. No more crying.
The rules of magic, my dear, are best not discusses. For once we understand the illusion, we no longer believe it.
Women who have power are always feared.
Discord need not be an impediment. Differences can bring strength.
The best day of my life happened when I was five and almost died at Disney World. I’m sixteen now, so you can imagine that’s left me with quite a few days of major suckage.
Who the heck is Don Quick-oats?