I smile wider and bite my lip, turning so I'm leaning against the wall again, "You know, I think I might not..." I play around, "I mean, this is my sisters dress and I'll be bad if I use it without her permission."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind