My mother... she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.

Just because you didn't put a name to something did not mean it wasn't there.

Would you give up your vengeance against someone you hate if it meant saving someone you love? Would you want your dreams to come true if it meant granting your enemy's dying wish?

Where you come from does matter -- but not nearly as much as where you are headed.

When you think you're right, you're most likely wrong.

A lie, as you probably know, has a taste all its own. Blocky and bitter and never quite right, like when you pop a piece of fancy chocolate into your mouth expecting toffee filling and you get lemon zest instead.

Be kind to others before you take care of yourself; make whoever you're with feel like they matter.