Beauty thinks it needs no talent and can feed on itself, so it soon dies.

you've got to learn something from every defeat in life or life will defeat you.

I am a pretty, useless ornament who always believed she'd have a man to take care of her.

There is no hate such as that born out of love betrayed- and my brain screamed out for revenge.

It is so appropriate to color hope yellow, like the sun we seldom saw. And as I begin to copy from the old memorandum journals that I kept for so long, a title comes as if inspired. 'Open the Window and Stand in the Sunshine.' Yet, I hesitate to name our story that. For I think of us more as flowers in the attic.

Promises are lies wrapped in pretty ribbons -Cinnamon

Love, when it came and knocked on my door, was going to be enough. And that unknown author who'd written that if you had fame, it was not enough, and if you had wealth as well, it was still not enough, and if you had fame, wealth, and also love ... still it was not enough - boy, did I feel sorry for him.