Forget your pain. It was what I said when I took Father's hand in the drawing room yesterday, what I repeated again tonight. But I didn't mean this. I must be careful. Yet what bothers me isn't the power of the magic or how, to a person, they've all accepted it as truth. No, what unsettles me the most is how much I want to believe it too.

When the music is over, she keeps her head down till she finds her seat again, and I wonder how many times each day she dies a little.

I'm just saying it's not all sand castles and ninjas.

I hate this place,” Tiara whimpered. “It’s super creepy. Like a haunted Chuck E. Cheese’s where the games all want to kill you and you never get your pizza.

Warning: If you are insufferable, do not walk here. We shall eat you down to the marrow.

There's no such thing as nothing. In every nothing, there's a something. In fact, there could be everything!

Why should we girls not have the same privileges as men? Why do we police ourselves so stringently- whittling each other down with cutting remarks or holding ourselves back from greatness with a harness woven of fear and shame and longing? If we do not deem ourselves worthy first, how shall we ever ask for more?