. . . she dreamed of nothing, for she hoped for nothing and expected nothing. It was as cold and dark inside her as out in the frosty night.

Corpus Bones! I utterly loathe my life.

Fathers should make you feel safe.

. . . . I cannot escape my life but can only use my determination and courage to make it the best I can.

Minds, like diapers, need occasional changing.

Love brightens and purifies the heart.

. . . she dreamed of nothing, for she hoped for nothing and expected nothing. It was as cold and dark inside her as out in the frosty night.