What would it be like to look in the mirror and actually accept what you see? Not loathe the reflection, or despise it, or be resigned to it? But to like it?

You can see beauty in everything, except for yourself.

Maybe getting around in life was nothing but map-reading. A skill that required practice. A key to unlock where you wanted to go. A legend to show where you were.

You don't need a geochache for this one." "You don't, huh?" "Nope.. here I am. Here I am.

Getting lost is just another way of saying 'going exploring.

I preferred my brand of beauty where Norah was more beautiful than any bimbette, and Mom was beautiful whether sized extra-small or extra-large. Where Peony could look at herself in the mirror and murmur, wow, look at me. Just look at me.

No power was total, no power permanent, no power absolute.