“Okay. I wish for world peace,” Weetzie said. “I am sorry,” the genie said. “I cant grant that wish. Its out of my league.” “Then I wish for an infinite number of wishes!” Those people on fairy tales never thought of that. “People in fairy tales wish for that all the time,” the genie said. “They arent stupid. It just isnt in the records because I cant grant that type of wish.”
~ p27
“What sexual preference do you hope she has?” “Happiness.” Isnt that cool?
~ p54
Everything was fine, but Weetzie wanted a baby. “How could you want one?” My Secret Agent Lover Man said. “There are way too many babies. And diseases. And nuclear accidents. And crazy psychos. We cant have a baby,” he said.
~ My Secret Agent Lover Man, p52
Pulling heads off Barbies, sticking them on the TV antenna and ruining the reception. But thats how witch babies are.
~ p76
Weetzie wished she could shake blue glitter around all of them – keeping them sparkling and safe.
~ p83
Everything is an illusion; that is the whole thing about it – illusion, immitation, a mirage. It makes me too sad. Its having like a good dream, you know you are going to wake up.
~ Charlie Bat, p85
I dont know about happily ever after… but I know about happily, Weetzie Bat thought..
~ Weetzie p102







On The 6th Day Of November
Trip To Obersalzberg
My „Spooky“ October 2018