My Unfair Godmother

That's the magic of books. They're never quite the same for any two people. When you read one, you automatically make it your own.

But that's how life is. You never know how it's going to turn out, and you can't plan for everything. You just have to do your best dealing with things as they come and hope people forgive you when you make a mistake.

You can't wish for more wishes or for vague generalities like happiness that are impossible to grant. Your wish has to be something specific enough that I can use my wand to make it happen. Oh, and recently there's been a ban on inserting yourself into the Twilight series. The Cullens are tired of different teenage girls pinging into their story every time they turn around.

The only things you can truly love after such a short time are ice cream flavors and comfortable shoes.

He smiled. "You’re into me, I can tell." "I’m not into you," I said hotly. Hotly, because as soon as the words left my lips, sparklers erupted on top of my head. Hudson looked at them, and a grin spread across his face. The baby cooed and reached out, trying to grab the flaring light. Hudson moved farther away. "Don’t touch. Just look at Mommy’s pretty liar hat." He was enjoying this way too much. "Okay," I said. "Maybe I like you a little." The sparklers dimmed, but didn’t go out. Hudson raised an eyebrow. "All right," I said, nervously eyeing the area to make sure no one saw us. "I’m into you." The sparklers died, but I didn’t wait around for more commentary. I headed to the inn. Behind me I heard Hudson still talking to the baby. "Yes, we like Mommy’s flaming hairdo, don’t we?

Don't just read words,' he would tell her as he held up the latest story, 'devour them. Let the words create new worlds.

Misfortune and Fortune are eerily similar, but Fortune is a better dresser and more fun at parties.

The key to happiness - as any good fairy godmother will tell you - is not to avoid problems, but to overcome them.

Very often the lessons you learn are more important than the things you accomplish

Women" he said in disgust. I wasn't sure whether we was referring to me or nuns.

Seemingly on a whim, he put his hands on my shoulders, leaned forward, and kissed me too. The pressure of his lips on mine made my heart skid helplessly inside my chest. I shut my eyes and kissed him back... I stepped away from him taking a deep breath to clear my mind. "Okay, just because I might at some point have your baby, it doesn't mean you can kiss me whenever you want." He smiled, self-satisfied..."Here's another thing you need to learn about women, Stets. They might pretend to like the bad-boy Robin Hood types, but they can't resist hick-town boys.

Even the plants in Arizona wanted to hurt you.

New York is a nice place." "If you like concrete, crowds, and that claustrophobic, closed-in feeling.

Perhaps selling your children, your future, just happened one bad decision at a time.

By definition, fiction writers lie for a living.

Morals are meant to be shared." He held me away for another moment, reading, then grinned and handed me the book. "I like this one." ..."It's better to love people than wealth. I love Dad, Mom, Kendall, Sandra, Nick, baby Stetson, and especially Hudson. I wouldn't trade them for a mountain of gold." "I love the word 'especially,'" he said. "And I love the person who wrote it." Then he bent over to kiss me.