Pippa's laugh is bitter, tinged with tears. 'Ha! Why do girls think being beautiful will solve every problem? Being beautiful just creates problems. It's a misery. I wish I were someone else.

There is nothing more terrifying than the absoluteness of one who believes he's right.

One can never go back. One always has to move forward.

Beauty, grace, and charm my foot. It's a school for sadists with good tea-serving skills.

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

We all walk in a land of dreams. For what are we but atoms and hope, a handful of stardust and sinew? We are weary travelers trying to find our way home on a road that never ends. Am I a part of your dream? or are you but a part of mine?

I thought research would be more glamorous, somehow. I'd give the librarian a secret code word and he'd give me the one book I needed and whisper the necessary page numbers. Like a speakeasy. With books.