It's too late. Seventeen-year-olds don't need fathers. Oh god. I'm thirty-four years old and I need a father. I can't even begin to think what my daughter needs.

The people I'm stuck with in my life now aren't sucking the life out of me, they just suck.

Love’s easy. It kind of comes with the territory. But liking is another story.

...what was it like out there? Kind of describe it to us," Jessa says, beaming at them and then at me. Trini beams at her and there's a lot of beaming happening.

But you pashed Jonah Griggs and he's the leader of the enemy.

The gods do make playthings of us ... but it is we mortals who provide them with the tools.

When I grow, I'm going to be my mother.