What is the greater good but tyranny’s chameleon?

Life is too hard, too much to handle. Nobody told me there’d be days like these. How could nobody tell me there’d be days like these? How could they let me grow up like that—happy and pink and stupid?

Don't celebrate yet, Ms. Lane. Don't believe anything is dead until you've burned it, poked around in its ashes, and then waited a day or two to see if anything rises from them.

Mom raised us to believe that every lie puts something out there in the world that's inevitably going to come back and bite you in the petunia.

I love re-creating myself. Change means you get to choose again. Become something new. -Dani

But then we so rarely understand the value of what we possess until it's gone.

Oh, for heaven's sake, she thought with droll exasperation, this certainly explains a lot. It's no wonder I haven't been able to keep my hands off the blasted man since the day I met him. He's an artifact! A Celtic one at that!