But the hoping, that's what really hurts.

Finn, do you see the lias—whatever, the orange-haired girl?” Razo Gestured ahead. “Do you think she’s pretty?” Finn glanced Dasha’s way, then returned his attention ot his horse. “She’s all right.” “Really? Just all right?” Finn shrugged. Razo rolled his eyes. “What am I saying? He doesn’t think any girl is pretty but Enna.” “Are there any girls but Enna?” Finn called back. “There’d better be.

You're better than seven years of food. You're better than windows. You're even better than the sky.

There's nothing more aggravating in the world than the midnight sniffling of the person you've decided to hate.

But, how do you know if an ending is truly good for the characters unless you've traveled with them through every page?

It was karma, it was kismet, it was magic. It doesn't matter how it happened, just that it did.

When you get tired of worrying and mourning your horse and trying not to be afraid, tell me and I'll do it for you a while so you can shut your eyes and sleep peaceful.