I wished I'd known weeks ago that we didn't have to be chaperoned. I remembered my old daydreams: the prince and I, alone together, cuddling and whispering... I probably would have wised up and brocken the engagement sooner.

The Government justifies keeping everyone else in poverty because people seem to work the hardest when they're right on the edge of survival.

I think I learned a lot from reading in general - even from reading badly written books.

I wish, peevishly, that he didn't know anything about how soldiers sleep, how they protect their fellow soldiers. It would be nicer if I could share the cloaks warmth with him, if we could lie with our faces together, whispering into the night.

We'll have a 'rest of our lives' now.

I snorted "oh, beauty. What's that good for?" Mary stared, her eyes round. "It won you the prince, did it not?" I snorted again, I prefer to think that he was captivated by my charming personality." I giggled to let Mary know I was trying to make fun of myself.

I like the fact that kids are willing to be imaginative and go along with me when I'm telling strange tales.