Ideals, my girl,” she says. “Always easier to believe in than live.” “But if you don't at least try to live them,” Bradley says, “then there's no point in living at all.

We all fall but that's not what matters. What matters is picking yourself up again.

I wanted so badly for there to be more. I ached for there to be more than my crappy little life.' He shakes his head. 'And there was more. I just couldn't see it.

People say they want freedom, but what they really want is freedom from worry. If I take care of their problems, they don't mind being told what to do.

Stories don’t end with the writers, however many started the race.

So the good prince was a murderer and the evil queen wasn't a witch after all.

Francia don’t look too convinced. I never seen arms so crossed.