"Words are like seeds, I think, planted into our hearts at a tender age. They take root in us as we grow, settling deep into our souls. The good words plant well. They flourish and find homes in our hearts. They build trunks around our spines, steadying us when we‘re feeling most flimsy; planting our feet firmly when we‘re feeling most unsure."

"Some of us get dipped in flat, some satin, some in gloss..." he turned to me. "But every once in a while, you find someone who's iridescent, and when you do, nothing will every compare."

"You could rattle the stars," she whispered. "You could do anything, if only you dared."

"The town was paper but the memories were not."