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We try on different dresses, different selves, but our souls are always the same - ongoing, full of light.

Hopefully, when you are young, you discover something called love, which is really just another name for going home.

My breath clouded the air like a little ghost escaping from my body.

Like Beauty. But she only pricked her finger. I had a spindle through my heart.

I try to see the dark and light in everything. This is my way of comforting myself when I am dealing with those emotions.

Love is a dangerous angel.

No matter where I am, I am always loving you.

It's important to tell your story. It's important to listen.

I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands.

I stand here waiting. To disappear or sing.

If you were sad about something that hadn't happened yet you couldn't be disappointed.

love is the only thing we have to save us

Even in darkness your lips taste of sunshine

The girl in the mirror wasn't who I wanted to be and her life wasn't the one I wanted to have.

He slid his hands around behind me and placed his fingers on my shoulder blades, touching the bones reverently, as if he had discovered wings.

Under the pink Harlequin sunglasses strawberry dangling charms, and sugar-frosted eyeshadow she was really almost beautiful.

But be careful; sand is already broken but glass breaks. The shoes are for dancing, not running away.

He said, You're so tiny, like a doll, you look like you might break. I wanted him to break me. Part of me did.

What else was filmmmaking about if not a series of perfect and potent images strung together like the words of a poem?

Culturally idolized beauty is not only foolproof, but potentially dangerous.

Every girl is a goddess.

The night was a rush of steaming pasta, wet irises, Italian leathers, swaddled beggars, skulking boys, sulking girls, garbage piles, pretzel vendors.

But death is stronger than that and when you cover your eyes you are the one who can't see the dark. The dark still sees you.

You try to decide if you should take this as a message of endings. Or beginnings.

Find the goddess inside yourself instead of looking for the god in someone else.

At least the girls in stories were alive before they died.

Non sum qualis eram. I am not what I once was.

The lesson of this life is not for me to touch you again. It is to accept who I am now and not feel shame.

Same Bat time, same Bat place.

My baby brother would never call Hex soft. Not Hex.
And not me, either. Not anymore. Not any fucking more.

I close my eyes. I am the visionary, the one-eyed seer, the storyteller. I am Pen. I can fight with the power of images and words.

Everything was chocolate ice cream and kisses and wind.

Maybe her own tears were the poison that made her grow.

You are so intense. Like a storm. It's shocking how intense you are.

Being a good mother is being a hero. Right?

Pain didn't ever really stop, he thought; it just changed forms.

I saw my own blood and I thought, how could I live in a world where this exists- where love can become death?

Welcome Beauty, banish fear.

I dont know about happily ever after ... but I know about happily, Weetzie Bat thought..

air. I am still holding the scissors, pointing

In Mexico people wear hummingbird amulets around their necks to show they are searching for love. Here people pretend that they aren't. Searching.

My heart is a teacup with hairline cracks. I feel like I have to walk real carefully so it won't get shaken and just all shatter and break.

I thought he had taken my soul, said Rev.
I thought he took mine, too. But no one can. It's just been sleeping.

You are in my blood. I cant help it. We can't be anywhere except together

We are all insane. But how do you distinguish sanity from insanity, how do you diagnose abnormality in this new world?

The true warrior isn't immune to fear. She fights in spite of it.

We no longer believe in fairy tales. But we will learn to believe in monsters

Pulling heads off Barbies, sticking them on the TV antenna and ruining the reception. But thats how witch babies are.

She began to feel like the plastic doll she had been named after, without even a hole where her mouth was supposed to be.

This was not a fearie tale. This was not the movies. This was life. It hurt more. It was excruciating. It was excruciatingly beautiful.

Each of us has a family tree full of stories inside of us, Dirk thought. Each of us has a story blossoming out of us.

The mint and honeysuckle air is chilly on her damp face, awake on the nape of her neck as Witch Baby Wigg skates home.

When you live in a city with no stars to wish on, you have to wish on each other.

I said I was an English major, that I wanted to write someday, that I read the way other people ate chocolate.

They knew, though, she would not suffer as they had suffered. She was perfect. They were scarred.

In order to have bliss you have to be able to accept all the parts of the other, all the wildness and the darkness. You have to be able to hold on.

You have to make your own family, your own life.

Magic can be found in stolen moments.

People worry so much. Just enjoy your body. That you can love. And you're alive.

Beauty loved him more than anything, her Beast boy, but, secretly, sometimes, she wished he would have remained a Beast.

Besides, secretly, without knowing it herself, she had been waiting for a Beast to go to.

Let's not be afraid of anything that can't really hurt us.

Ugster vinyl pumps, Partridge Family records, plastic daisy jewelry, old postcards ... It's a magpie Christmas market.

I want to be untouchable and beautiful and completely dead inside.

You make me feel like I have wings when you touch me.

Maybe he was real. Maybe I'd made him up. Either way, he didn't think I needed him anymore. Maybe he was right.

Weetzie wished she could shake blue glitter around all of them - keeping them sparkling and safe.

Take my eye," I say. "I have another.

What are you going to do if you find art, Pen? You going to steal some and put it in the van?"
"I'm going to remember. When there was art.

What sexual preference do you hope she has?" "Happiness." Isnt that cool?

You have to imagine things before you can do them. Stories help us see.

What happens to the rest of something when you smash its heart?

Any love that is love is right.

If death is your lover, you don't got to be afraid ever that he will ever leave you

He might be faithless but I believe in him.

Believe him when he tells you you are beautiful
it will only hurt you both not to
(it is true besides)

Flowers are reincarnation. They come out of the earth of our ashes. Nothing else looks so soul-like.

What time are we upon and where do I belong?

After his kisses and hugs it feels like without them my body will fall apart into pieces.

I wish I wasn't a girl who needed so much but a little free creature that slept in deserts and ran on clouds and lived on lilies.

Be love because you are.

Writing is literally transformative. When we read, we are changed. When we write, we are changed. It's neurological. To me, this is a kind of magic.

The happier you are, the less you need.

I didn't tell him that what I was most scared of, most haunted by, was something I didn't understand and could never run away from. It was myself.

Some people think you begin to grow up when you stop trying to figure out who you are.

Maybe any love we ever have is an angel in whatever form ...

You can't doubt so much, Psyche

Metaphors are an interesting example of creating magic in prose.

One of the best things about sex with a Banshee, however, is that she will make her needs known freely.

It seems impossible that you can love one person so much, no matter what happens, no matter what they do.

You're meant to have whatever your heart desires. Whatever your heart wants that much is already a part of you.

My mother said, "kiss him, darling, it's easy so natural" and I thought to myself, not with lips of stone, dear mother, not with lips of stone

Sometimes a wild horse needs to feel that his rider is just a little bit wilder.

Morning. Strawberry sky dusted with white winter powder sugar sun. And nobody to munch on it with

Tinys do not deserve safety. If they are to prove themselves, they must suffer and die or suffer and survive.

I always wondered what it must be like to lose a twin - if somehow Mary felt it like it was happening to her. If she felt physical pain.

The most Beautiful people are the ones that don't look like one race or even one sex

He was so handsome,but he didn't look well.He reminded her of a cigarette.

Our eyelashes brushed like they would weave together by themselves, turning us into one wild thing. I say, I think I missed you before I met you even.

Are you?
What?
What you once were?
I can't remember.