You were firing questions at me today, trying to get inside my head. You asked if I believe in God. I told you of course I do - I've always had a strong sense of self

It's why I laugh so much. If my face is going to stick, I'm going to like looking at it.

Like a horse, honey, somebody's gonna break you.' 'Never. Going. To. Happen.

Its our actions that define us. What we choose. What we resist. What we're willing to die for.

I couldn’t move. It’s something I’m still ashamed of. You always wonder how you’ll handle a moment of crisis; if you’ve got what it takes to fight or if you’ve just been deluding yourself all along that somewhere deep inside you there’s steel beneath the magnolia. Now I knew the truth. There wasn’t. I was all petals and pollen. Good for attracting the procreators who could ensure the survival of our species, but not a survivor myself. I was Barbie after all.

The illusions it had woven for me had taken place only in my head. The battle had been invisible to the naked eye, but the hard ones are.

If V’lane were a signpost, it would read Abandon All Personal Will, Ye Who Tread Here.