What I think and what Iam prepared to say are entirely different things.

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

I'm not staring. I'm observing. . . . And what do you observe? . . . A brave young woman who has always fought for what was right, even when it was unpopular.

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

You can't change the desert. You can only take the fastest course through it. Wishing it's an oasis won't make it so.

Sometimes, it is not the kings and queen who make for the most fascinating history but the shadowy souls who happen to be in the right place at the right time.

This is how memories are; what seems so clear and unforgettable at one moment vanishes like steam the next.