It doesn't really matter how you feel about your character; it just matters what you do with it.

Could it be that simple? Tell one story to one generation and repeat it until it was accepted as fact?

Any girl who would risk her life for someone she loves certainly deserves to be called a lady.

I was overwhelmed. He understood me so well, how nervous I was about making this commitment, how frightening it was for me to become a princess. He was going to give me every last second he could and, in the meantime, lavish me with everything possible. I had another one of those moments when I couldn't believe this was all happening. "That's not fair, Maxon," I mumbled. "What in the world am I supposed to be able to give you?" He smiled. "All I want is your promise to stay with me, to be mine. Sometimes it feels like you can't possibly be real. Promise me you'll stay." "Of course, I promise.

So here I was expecting at the very best a cordial welcome from the girls who were prepared to fight me to the death for someone I didn’t want. Instead I was embraced.

And I know it's over, but it's the same way I felt when you broke up with me.

It's always the fear of looking stupid that stops you from being awesome.