“I'm so scared i could sprinkle dust.”

“We’ll count it, even if it’s so incredibly gay that it should come with its own packet of fairy dust that you could sprinkle in the air when you say it.”

“Casy gathered in his canvas sneakers and shoved his bare feet into them. "I ain't got your confidence," he said. "I'm always scared there's wire or glass under the dust. I don't know nothin' I hate so much as a cut toe.”

“When I was six years old I sprinkled sugar on my head, convinced myself it was pixie dust, wished myself invisible, and walked into the boys' bathroom at school.”

“I'm not scared of dying . . . I'm scared that I might enjoy it.”

“I'm not scared because I can't give you my love in return, I'm scared because I love you so much sometimes it's hard to breathe."[...]"Everything I have to give, it's yours. It's always been yours.”