I don't know, I don't want to talk as much. (...) It's nicer to think dear, pretty thoughts and keep them in one's heart, like treasures. I don't like to have them laughed at or wondered over.

I went looking for my dreams outside of myself and discovered, it's not what the world holds for you, it's what you bring to it.

I've loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.

I've just been imagining that it was really me you wanted after all and that I was to stay here for ever and ever. It was a great comfort while it lasted. But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts.

Tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes

The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn't it?