“Letter from Mr. B:Why does a back scratch feel better coming from somebody else than if you do it yourself?”

“When somebody says or does something you like. Amen.”

“As we meandered, she said my name three times:"Stargirl?""Yes?""That was better than TV.""It was.""Stargirl?""Yes?""Does the sun do that everyday?""Yes.""Stargirl?""Yes?""Everyday is sun day.”

“I began to feel again something that I had been only dimly aware of before. It was a small, surprising sense of disappointment even as he was kissing me, but the violins were so loud at the time I could hear nothing else. Now the disappointment was returning and with it the realization that the magic had come only from the moment, not from him. It was different with you. In the eyes and ears of my heart, you and the magic are one and the same. The setting never mattered. On the sidewalk in front of my house, at the enchanted place in the desert, walking the halls at school- where I was with you, I heard violins.”

“We live in a silent explosion, Everything is flying away from everything else... flying away... flying away...”

“Whos love do you cherrish more? Hers or theirs? when you deside that, it's all downhill from there.”

“To a person who expects every desert to be barren sand dunes, the Sonoran must come as a surprise. Not only are there no dunes, there's no sand. At least not the sort of sand you find at the beach. The ground does have a sandy color to it, or gray, but your feet won't sink in. It's hard, as if it's been tamped. And pebbly. And glinting with -- what else -- mica.”