What makes a girl a girl? What makes a guy a guy? Do you have to be what they want you to be? Or do you stop and listen to that voice inside you? I know who I am. I'm Petra West. And I'm a girl. You want me to sleep somewhere else, fine. Whatever. But I'm not going to pretend to be somebody I'm not. I've done enough of that.

There was something about the island that made the girls forget who they had been. All those rules and shalt nots. They were no longer waiting for some arbitrary grade. They were no longer performing. Waiting. Hoping. They were becoming. They were.

True affection and love have a purity which shall always prevail over bigotry.

We've barley stepped into the bright glow of the realms when everything goes dark.

Eve didn't choose to eat the apple. She was tempted by the serpent." "Yes," I argue, thoughts coming out half-formed. "But...she didn't have to take a bite. She chose to.

Did you hear? You are free." Yessss. Choice. It is a fine thing. And I choose to take you back, Most High.

I am starting a collection of only right-hand gloves. It’s ever so bourgeois to have two.