What you want can be yours. But you must first know what it is you want.

The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake.

We sit and listen and are enthralled anew, for good stories, it seems, never lose their magic.

There is a hideous invention called the Dewey Decimal System. And you have to look up your topic in books and newspapers. Pages upon pages upon pages…” Uncle Will frowned. “Didn’t they teach you how to go about research in that school of yours?” “No. But I can recite ‘The Battle Hymn of the Republic’ while making martinis.” “I weep for the future.” “There’s where the martinis come in.

You set fire to my house, killed my family, and ate my dog. But steal my boyfriend? That's a step too far.

And that is how change happens. One gesture. One person. One moment at a time.

Reminds us that greatness lies even in the smallest of moments, in the humblest of hearts, and we shall, each of us, be called to greatness. Whether we shall rise to meet it or let it slip away is the challenge put before us all.