The door wasn’t closing. Shiloh’s spirit opened up as she considered the possibilities.

She fixed a smile that she hoped looked authentic. Pretending to be content continued to be hard work.

She was returning home to be the wife of, mother of, First Lady of, but what did that really mean?

No matter how much restitution she paid with every word and deed, her blood-stained hands could never really be clean, even if no one else knew they were dirty.

When you are there for people who dont need you. They make fun of you and make you a fool.

How light the raindrop's contents are

W are all carrying the imprints of our most ancient ancestors. Not simply in the genetic code, but in the imprints of attention that are passed on.

Who says nothing is impossible? I've been doing nothing for years.

I have hated every Kress I read, especially this one, but the Bear is a standard Bear and if you like this sort of thing, this is the sort of thing you'll like.

I like reading Ball Tongue lyrics and all that stuff. And they published a book, and I wouldn't give my lyrics, and it's all wrong in the book, and I giggle. It's funny.

It is the anonymous "they," the enigmatic "they" who are in charge. Who is "they"? I don't know. Nobody knows. Not even "they" themselves.

I wish every woman would love herself and embrace what she was given naturally.

Politics are not an instrument for effecting social change; they are the art of making the inevitable appear to be a matter of wise human choice.

Traces of nobility, gentleness, and courage persist in all people, do what we will to stamp out the trend. So, too, do those characteristics which are ugly.