I get up and decide to sneak out of my house and tiptoe up to his window. I’ve seen this done on TV so I’m sure it’s easy.

Because money without love is complete poverty. And poverty with love, well that’s pure wealth.

This is Marvin,” he says. “He eats everything and yells like a distressed baby to get attention. I’m goat-sitting him this summer.

Tristan pulled a dagger from his coat – because, apparently, Tristan carted bloody weapons around in his coat –.

This is why we give into the storm of love. This something that is neither word nor feeling, found in quiet gazes and cookies in the dark. Hidden in cotton candy secrets and gentle shower soapsuds. It creeps up on you and slips inside, and before you know it, love owns you completely. But when it leaves, it rakes you insides, ripping at your soul until you’re shredded and undone. then, and only then, do you realize you were in love.

I love her guts.

Strength isn’t about what you can and cannot achieve. It’s about what you will and will not do in order to achieve.

They’re stronger, you know.” Paul looks up at me. I shield my eyes in the morning sun. “What’s stronger?” “The plants that you revive,” he says. “When you bring something back from the brink of death, it fights harder to thrive.” Paul leans on his cane again and smiles. “So is the story of life, I guess.

How awesome would that be? You open a box of Trix and wham! Out pops a hot guy! I would so eat more cereal.

Life is what we make it.