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.

A ssure you, the more I travel through time, the more I witness, the more I realize that there are things that are both strange and wonderful, far beyond human comprehension.

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

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 am not just what I remember. I am also what I dream.

Jen, we did it. Everyone's free now.