Try it. You don't have to do it ever again if you don't want to. But try it once. Try everything once.

It wasn't a love story." -Tar's dad It was a love story. Me, Gemma, and junk." -Tar

She wrote, 'Dandelion, I love you.' And I thought that was magic. It's not in you, it's between you. It's bigger and stronger than you are

The magic girl licked the wet off her arms and looked over to me as if to say, See? You don't have to behave like them, you don't have to behave like anyone.

That's her secret, I suppose. Everything that happens to her she's proud of. She makes it special by it happening to her.

Love is a secret society, a community for two.

He'd come back, all open and helpless, and I suppose that's what won her around in the end. But it was so sad, because it was being himself that he found so difficult to cope with.

Being a teenager is as difficult as living with one. And we've all been there. Perhaps that's the reason we're so hard on them.

I get up between 6:30 and 8 am. I used to make a cup of coffee first thing, but now I have warm water with a bit of lemon juice in it. I've cut down on things as I was getting fat.

I read all the time so it's difficult to say who my all-time favourites are. One is George Orwell, because he makes political writing so simple a child could understand it.

And then I noticed the dandelions.

It sucks. I think you'd make a pretty snake woman, but I'm not really into that kind of girl. Those pointy teeth and slitted nose. Their mindless need to kill..." He shuddered.

Instead of writing my rules, I followed his. And that’s when I knew it all went wrong.

Adopting the language of a pretense only serves to ease participation in it.

I loved making Pure Country. It was a great learning experience for me, seeing another part of the entertainment industry.

There was a house we all had in common and it was called the past, even though we'd lived in different rooms.

I am not faithful but I am attached.

Hot weather brings out snakes and slaveholders, and I like one class of the venomous creatures as little as I do the other.

Small rooms or dwellings set the mind in the right path, large ones cause it to go astray.

Even happiness itself may become habitual. There is a habit of looking at the bright side of things, and also of looking at the dark side.

Petty things become unimportant when people are impassioned about a purpose higher than self.