Life don’t come to you, Memphis. You gotta take it. We have to take it. Because ain’t nobody handing it to us.

I run after her, not really giving chase. I’m running because I can, because I must. Because I want to see how far I can go before I have to stop.

I knew it. You’re an alien,” said her former best friend, the pale, bespectacled creature with the spectacular cleavage. “Yes, I’m an alien and I still made cheerleader. And now I’m going to steal your boyfriend to prove girls can’t really be friends.” “I sat back timidly when you torched my house, killed my parents, and ate my dog. But now you’re stealing my boyfriend? That’s a step too far!

I know because I read...Your mind is not a cage. It's a garden. And it requires cultivating.

The uncertainty of our future is nothing more than a fog of breath on a windowpane.

Didn't you have any sadistic nannies who told you these tales to keep you quiet and well behaved at night? Heavens, what's to become of the Empire if governesses have lost their touch for scaring the wits out of their girls?

There is never any turning back Gemma. You have to go forward. Make the future yours.