If you want someone to tell you what to think..." "You will never be short of people willing to do so.

I am anything I wish to be. The world cannot choose for me. No, it is for me to choose what the world shall be.

I'm never telling the truth again! It gets you hanged and locked out and starved and froze and hated . . .

So this was a nest of radicals. She thought a hotbed of sedition would involve more gunpowder and secret handshakes, and less shuffling of feet and passing the sugar.

If you want someone to tell you what to think..." "You will never be short of people willing to do so.

Desperation is a millstone. It wears away at the very soul, grinding away pity, kindness, humanity and courage. But sometimes it whets the mind to a sharpened point and creates moments of true brilliance. And standing there, nose tickled by the dusty hide of the stuffed deer head, such a moment visited Mosca Mye.

It did seem hard to be doing something heroic while everyone was too busy to notice.