Why was it that jam always coated me so?

I milked, of course, and did some work around the barn, and tried not to think about Brian, which was like trying not to breathe.

Oh. Listen, this is really hard for me . . . " "What is?" "You know. Being liked." I started to cry. I couldn't help it.

And if I didn’t, I’d spend the rest of my life wondering who I could have turned into if only I’d had the guts to try.

It was like he was in a contest to see who could do the least work, only he was the only contestant.

Today exists between yesterday and tomorrow.

Despite all my public misconduct, in the past year, I had learned the Elemental spells, the Doppelschläferin, and the preparation and flying of a magic broom; I had survived two months as prisoner of war, saving the life of captain Johanne in the process; I had escaped the dungeons of Fortress Drachensbett, and after an arduous journey successfully reunited with my double, so preserving her, and all Montagne, from Prince Flonian's rapacity, I would somehow master the despicable art of being a princess.