I wonder if our names determine our destiny, or if destiny leads us to choose certain names.

I'd always thought I would feel like an animal released from its cage when my student days were finished, I felt more like a bird that had been pushed from its nest and told it must fly.

Why does life carry some people on the crest of the wave while others drown beneath the water?

You'll know if he loves you by how long he's willing to fight.

Things change, and not always for the better.

After all, that's why we read historical fiction-to be transported to another time, and to be astonished at ancient people's lives and traditions, just as they would probably be astonished at ours.

...she refused to leave anything to someone else that she could do better herself.