My Former People Were Not Totally Wrong.

And This, Really, Is The Story-within-the-story, Because If You Do Not Believe That Hearts Can Bloom Suddenly Bigger, And That Love Can Open Like A Flower Out Of Even The Hardest Places, Then I Am Afraid That For You The World Will Be Long And Brown And Barren, And You Will Have Trouble Finding The Light. But If You Do Believe, Then You Already Know All About Magic.

You Have To Learn That People Are Always Listening.

Let Me Tell You Something About Dying: It's Not As Bad As They Says. It's The Coming-back-to-life Part That Hurts.

Mice? Fine. Flying Mice? Not So Fine.

His Eyes Are The Color Of Honey. These Are The Eyes I Remember From My Dreams.