She had brillant red hair, like honey and roses and the sun all together.

The Angeles air was quiet, and for a while I laid still, listening to the sound of Maxon breathing.

What do you think my chances might be of finding a soul mate in the group of you? I'll be lucky if I can just find someone who'll be able to stand me for the rest of our lives. What if I've already sent her home because I was relying on some sort of spark I didn't feel? What if she's waiting to leave me at the first sign of adversity? What if I don't find anyone at all? What do I do then, America?

Is this a good time to pat your shoulder?

I guessed princesses-in-training didn’t wear pants.

We danced. Remember? I was so proud to have you there, in my arms,in front of other people. Even if you did look like you were having a seizure.

It was a special feeling, irreplaceable, that was priceless. No queen on the throne could feel more important than me.