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I don't understand boys.

Upon my word, you five your opinion very decidedly for so young a person.

She wanted to be herself at all costs.

I am who I am and that's it!

If you listen to your fears, you will die never knowing what a great person you might have been.

The best heroines, she'd always believed, took their fate into their own hands.

What a privilege it is to live now, at just this moment, and to be able to go anywhere....

But you are a different sort of girl. Not at all what I expected you to be. And this is a different sort of time. And so I am hopeful for all the things you may yet find.

That's why you can't give up. Heroes don't give up.

She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some perfect Southern day.

Before her angry impulses got the better of her, she admonished herself that she was born to win and that one did not win by throwing temper tantrums--at least not outside of one's own home, which could result in vicious, spurious rumors.

One did not win by throwing temper tantrums.

Consider the necessary, analyze the consequences, clean up the mess.

No one is too old for fairy tales.

We may be a little broken these days but I wouldn't trade it for anything.

And when he broke, it was a miracle he managed to find all the pieces of himself again.

Everyone should have a hippie painter anarchist in their lives. It's the guys in silvered aviators with guns that you've got to be wary of.

But the beginning of things, of a world especially, is necessarily vague, tangled, chaotic, and exceedingly disturbing.