He doesn’t pretend,” the punk pixie said. He nodded toward Doyle. “Nice rings. You got anything else pierced?” “Yes,” Doyle said. The boy smiled, making the rings in the edge of his nose and his bottom lip curl cheerfully with it. “Me too,” he said.

Anything under size five isn't a woman. It's a boy with breasts.

Never trust people who smile constantly. They're either selling something or not very bright.

If the only tool you have is a hammer, all your problems begin to look like nails. - Abraham Maslow

Edward smiled, I smiled, even Bernardo smiled. Olaf just looked sinister.

Can you truly love anyone if you do not first love yourself? If you hate yourself, can you love anyone else? If you do not accept all of who you are, can you accept anyone else? Hard questions. It remains to be seen whether I get any answers, hard, or otherwise.

Magic, if that was the right word, often rises and falls on your own belief in your abilities. I've seen very powerful people completely crippled by self-doubt.