I woke up one morning thinking about wolves and realized that wolf packs function as families. Everyone has a role, and if you act within the parameters of your role, the whole pack succeeds, and when that falls apart, so does the pack.

Justification is a remarkable thing-takes all those solid lines and blurs them, so that honor becomes as supple as a willow, and ethics burst like soap bubbles.

I personally subscribe to the belief that normal is just a setting on the dryer.

Or in other words, it's the substance you've got when you start that determines the outcome.

In fairytales, when the mask came off, the handsome prince still loved the girl, no matter what -and that alone would turn her into a princess.

History could hover, like a faint perfume or a memory stamped on the back of one's eyelids.

The saddest day in the world will be the one when she stops pretending.