• She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a cork board like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.

    Jerry Spinelli (2012). “The Stargirl Collection”, p.17, Knopf Books for Young Readers