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It’s not that I wanted to misbehave, but the most interesting things were always forbidden.
“You’re my little firework, Stassie. You go out with a bang, but you light up the sky.” “Fireworks don’t go out with a bang, Papa. They start with one.” His smile moved his beard in the way I knew so well. “Then I’m intrigued to see what happens next.”
“It hurts because we love him. That’s the balance of life, hard as it is to accept. A heart open to joy is a heart vulnerable to sorrow. There’s no family without loss, no love without pain.”
No one told me I’d be great—I decided for myself.”
Tell me about all the beautiful cakes you had at tea, and tell me how you took a warm bath and walked around the park. Tell me all the books you’re reading, the records you play. Let me feel alive again.
Even if you see how dark the world can be … choose to believe it could be better.
Life had been beautiful once. It could be beautiful again.
“You think you could ever be ugly to me? You are me. You’re everything I love, everything I care about.”
“What did you do to me?” she said, her eyes unfocused and dreamy. I smiled to myself. “I made you mine.” She closed her eyes, letting out a long sigh. “I was yours all along.”
Love is always magic. It’s not rational, it doesn’t follow any law. You can’t make rules for it, you can’t forbid it. You can’t even make it disappear within yourself. It’s alive like all magic, and it wants to change you.
Some moments burn in your mind and create a light you can look at forever. Memories that never fade, but only get brighter each time you visit them, like the place on a brass statue a thousand hands have touched.
Her confidence was unshakable, it made her powerful.
