Beauty and the Mustache

Just that,’ said the fox. ‘To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes.’ Drew glanced up, his eyes immediately finding mine. They flickered over my face, taking in my sleepy appearance. Then, with no visible change in his expression, he returned his attention to the book. “‘But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world.’”

“How long am I expected to write books on this subject?”

“For as long as you love me.”

“Then I guess I’ll be writing about it for the rest of my life.”

Of the seven kids, he was definitely the toughest. But I suspected he also felt things the most deeply.

Sugar, I’d be honored to catch you anytime you’d like to fall.”

I’m not saying I believe in predestination, but as my momma would say, predestination makes everything part of the plan.”
“It is an issue of quantum mechanics, Ashley, a universe of probability. Determinism of any sort is impossible

I wanted to be her. But I wanted to be more, just like a building wants to be more than its foundation. Being more didn’t mean I needed to abolish who I’d been.

head: Fear don’t count if you really want something

If Drew was one thing and one thing only, he was a good guy. He was the best guy. He was loyal to a fault. He was self-sacrificing. He was the epitome of the strong, sacrificing, silent type

Ashley Austen Winston, you look like a lard bucket full of armpits

It was at this point that I panicked. The panic didn’t last long, however. It quickly gave way to intense, angst-filled depression. I couldn’t find anger because I was buried under wallowing and self-pity; that’s just south of ridiculous and a little west of pull-yourself-together.
I was a pathetic, heartbroken train-hopping