Girls don’t fight fair. They pull your hair and gauge you and pinch you; then they run off gasping to mommy when you try and defend yourself with a fist. Then you get locked into time out, and for what? No, my friend, the secret is, don’t snap at the bait. Let it dangle. Swim around it. Laugh it off. After a while they’ve given up and try to lure someone else.

If chaos is a necessary step in the organization of one's universe, then I was well on my way.

I operate under the assumption that people don't notice the good in me. That's just how things always seem to play out. I get blamed, while con-artist kids like Venus, and Camille, and Gemma get believed. But the rescue lady noticed. In the background, just observing, she noticed.

I had liked him for all the wrong reasons.

Turn down a chance to feel magic for fear of a little dirt?

Was it so much to ask just to be left alone?

He tells us that life isn't about what happens to you, it's about what you do about what happens to you.