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Everything was easier when you had a responsible adult with a fancy accent involved.
People always say they can’t do things, that they’re impossible. They just haven’t been creative enough. This pool is a triumph of imagination. That’s how you win at life, Gin. You have to imagine your way through. Never say something can’t be done. There’s always a solution, even if it’s weird.”
That was, as Ginny remembered it, how America won the Revolution in the first place. The English walked around in bright red coats in straight lines and took breaks for tea, and the Americans snuck around dressed in rags and hid in trees and stole their horses. Or something. Whatever. She had to do this—it was her birthright. It was what George Washington would have wanted.
Horrible people should be horrible all the time. That should be the law.
“Where are you applying?” Ellis asked. “I don’t know many American schools. I don’t even know how it works. I know you have to pay a lot.”
Oliver drew his black coat tight around himself, leaned right into the guy’s face, and quietly said, “I’m Dumbledore.”
I think something is art when it is created with intention—serious intention. Even crazy intention. And I think something is beautiful if it reveals something important about what it means to be alive.
You can never visit the same place twice. Each time, it’s a different story. By the very act of coming back, you wipe out what came before.
Anyone could have dripped paint all over a canvas. But Jackson Pollock did, because he knew it was right. Anyone could have painted a can of soup. But Andy Warhol did, because he understood more about modern society than those people. Idea meets execution. Feeling becomes action.
It is unique. It is theirs. It is beautiful. They have made something that has been made a million times before and has also never existed before that moment.
It’s always easier to say good-bye when you know it’s just a prelude to hello.
