I hate the thought of her being forced into a box that doesn't fit her. Of having her wings cut off, her sight blinded, her hearing muted, her voice stilled.

The thing with pretending you're in a good mood is that sometimes you can actually trick yourself into feeling better.

But that's what we all are-just stories. We only exist by how people remember us, by the stories we make of our lives. Without the stories, we'd just fade away.

Under the skin, intense fires burn.

I'm not as trusting as people think I am. Sure, I see the best in people, but that doesn't mean it's really there.

Most children are given far too much praise for their early drawings, so much so that they rarely learn the ability to refine their first crude efforts the way their early attempts at language are corrected.

Remember the quiet wonders. The world has more need of them than it has for warriors.