Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us–to haunt our thoughts long after we've faced them.

Some things you hear with your ears. Others, you hear with your heart.

I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world.

And then I am going to rattle the stars.

I wish you to become who you ­were born to be. To become queen.

No. I can survive well enough on my own— if given the proper reading material.

I don't quite comprehend why you'd force someone to bow when the purpose of the gesture is to display allegiance and respect.