The Anthology

“No mourners. No funerals. Among them, it passed for 'good luck.”

“The heart is an arrow. It demands aim to land true.”

“Many boys will bring you flowers. But someday you'll meet a boy who will learn your favorite flower, your favorite song, your favorite sweet. And even if he is too poor to give you any of them, it won't matter because he will have taken the time to know you as no one else does. Only that boy earns your heart.”