It occurred to me then that it was in times of struggle that I found the best parts of myself - courage, loyalty, an unexpected peace - and I always discovered what I needed to break through and go on.

If you make something your life's work, make sure it's something you can feel proud of when you're an old relic like me.

But sometimes you have to wait for an answer to come to you. Especially when the questions are difficult ones.

My way is set as in stone, and I don't feel the need to veer off any longer. It has taken many days of searching and fighting, but in the end I have found what I was looking for. I have found my way home.

There's something comforting about the companionship of animals in a new place.

I go to a Catholic school and I'm telling you: invisibility = eternal damnation. You can take it to the bank.

There's something darn funny about an old librarian with a potty mouth.