There was a species of middle pretty who smiled at everything: happy smile, disappointed smile, you're-in-trouble smile.

Never give us what we really want. Cut the dream into pieces and scatter them like ashes. Dole out the empty promises. Package our aspirations and sell them to us, cheaply made enough to fall apart.

It didn't matter what you looked like. It was how you carried yourself, how you saw yourself.

She turned to Frizz. "So you understand the problem? You can't let Tally know about Radical Honesty. There's no telling what she'll do if she finds out you could ruin her plans." Frizz's eyebrows rose. "So let me get this straight, Aya-chan. You want me, a person who can't lie, to lie about the fact that I can't lie?" "We need another plan," Hiro said.

And the worst thing was, there were no mirrors out there in the wild, so the princess was left wondering whether she in fact was still beautiful... or if the fall had changed the story completely.

Listen, you bubblehead-up-until-five-minutes-ago.

I guess sometimes you have to lie to find the truth.