I assure you; while I look like a ghost, I'm no spirit or demon. I'm nothing but a girl struggling to make her way in an intolerant world. I bleed, I love, and someday, I'll die.

Don't put stock in past lives. It's this life that makes the difference. And in this life, there may be certain destinies, people you're meant to meet.

What good was speaking when I'd determined none of the world listened to one another, especially not when a woman was speaking.

God brings people into our lives precisely when we need them.

I was in love. With a two-dimensional object. A mute in love with a painting. Lovely. Just lovely.

A girl's body was a prize. It had to be more than asked for. It had to be earned, worshipped, and avowed.

Coffee first. Schemes later.