Who are you if you lose your favorite person? Can you lose your favorite person without losing yourself? I reach for Stargirl and she's gone. I'm not me anymore.
Every name is real. That's the nature of names.
She's in tenth grade,' he said. 'I hear she's been homeschooled till now.' Maybe that explains it,' I said.
I’m not my name. My name is something I wear, like a shirt. It gets worn. I outgrow it, I change it.
Nothing’s more fun than being carried away.
It (enchantment) started when the earth was born. It never stops. It is, always. It's just here.
I had never realized how much I needed the attention of others to confirm my own presence.
She was bendable light: she shone around every corner of my day.