This Was Not A Fearie Tale. This

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.

Metaphors Are An Interesting Example Of Creating Magic In Prose.

Everything Was Fine, But Weetzie Wanted A Baby. “how Could You Want One?” My Secret Agent Lover Man Said. “there Are Way Too Many Babies. And Diseases. And Nuclear Accidents. And Crazy Psychos. We Cant Have A Baby,” He Said.

The Most Beautiful People Are The Ones That Don't Look Like One Race Or Even One Sex.

You Make Me Feel Like I Have Wings When You Touch Me.