How unlucky she was--born with adventurous hooves that were stuck inside a pen. But she wasn't giving up. If there was a way out, Flora said to herself, she would find it.

This was a cruel world she had been born into, all pink and squirming. She'd never wanted to see reality. Now, like the cold, it was impossible to ignore.

But that night in her dream she flew high above the earth in a moonless sky. Behind her, like a falling star, sailed a silver sled.

I think we're all aiming to be something better than what everyone thinks we were born to be

You'll never make it out there. You weren't made for South Pole adventures." Flora gave her an icy look. "I think I know by now what I was made for.

The stars were extra bright tonight, and they shone and glimmered as if each one had something it wanted to say.

Cats may have nine lives, but pigs . . . don't . . . give . . . up.

Spirituality nourishes the soul.

He who has no dreams has no hope and thus lives in a hell of his own making - rjs

To die fulfilled is to have discovered self and purpose and to achieve all that comes in these two packages

We have to modernize how we make laws.

Elements of the heroic exist in almost every individual: it is only the felicitous development of them all in one that is rare.

to know perfect happiness a woman may be a mother, but must be a grandmother.

All good government must begin at home.

For a bill to become law, it truly has to be the will of the people, and for a president to stop the will of the people and stop what you're trying to do in your state is not the role of Washington.