Sarah

“May I see you again?" he asked. There was an endearing nervousness in his voice.

I smiled. "Sure."

"Tomorrow?" he asked.

"Patience, grasshopper," I counseled. "You don't want to seem overeager.

"Right, that's why I said tomorrow," he said. "I want to see you again tonight. But I'm willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow." I rolled my eyes. "I'm serious," he said.

"You don't even know me," I said. I grabbed the book from the center console. "How about I call you when I finish this?"

"But you don't even have my phone number," he said.

"I strongly suspect you wrote it in this book."

He broke out into that goofy smile. "And you say we don't know each other.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.”
― J. M. Barrie, Peter Pan

“The fact was that the fresh wind from the moor had begun to blow the cobwebs out of her young brain and to waken her up a little.”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

“Don't let us make it tidy," said Mary anxiously. "It wouldn't seem like a secret garden if it was tidy.”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden