{Lantern Hill}:
Only in silence the word...
{Lantern Hill}:
Oh pink, how I missed you!
{Lantern Hill}:
I'm not that girl
{Lantern Hill}:
A Sense of Style
{Lantern Hill}:
Good friends are like stars. You don't always see them, but you know they are always there.
{Lantern Hill}:
Those who fear the imagination condemn it: something childish, they say, something monsterish, misbegotten. Not all of us dream awake. But those of us who do have no choice.
{Lantern Hill}:
Why love something? Because we can.
{Lantern Hill}:
If I start giving people what they like I'll turn into one of them and I don't want to be one of them, I want to be one of me.
{Lantern Hill}:
She had...the glimmerings of a sense of humour - which is simply another name for a sense of the fitness of things.