“...sometimes a person is miserable and despairing. The person lies flat on their back in a grassy field, gazes at the stars—and there is no wish. Instead, there's a sudden burst of wild determination, from deep within that person, a burst so powerful that it shoots up to the sky, sends a star spinning through space and time, sends the starlight cartwheeling, cracking into pieces—before looping and twirling back into the heart of the person on the grass. Do you know what that is?"
"What?" I whispered.
"It's a wish upon yourself.”
―
Jaclyn Moriarty,
The Secret of Lillian Velvet
