What kind of person doesn't let you have gummi bears?

Might. Is there any opiate more powerful than that word?

In every end, there is also a beginning.

It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible.

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?

Please do not strain yourself, Miss Doyle. I won't have my girls going cross-eyed in the name of art.

Write like it matters, and it will.