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.

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.

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.

If you give people tools, and they use their natural abilities and their curiosity, they will develop things in ways that will surprise you very much beyond what you might have expected.

Blessed are the living souls.

On the journey to achievement, you must be learning all the time.

Everyone can use a little beauty.

I wonder if there's such a thing as a spiritual dentist? I think my whole personality is full of cavities!

The most effortful forms of slow thinking are those that require you to think fast.

If you're mourning, cry, scream and purge whatever is going on inside you emotionally. That's part of the process. And keep those that love you very close as you go through it.

I'm going to take my talents to South Beach.

Why is it so easy to acquire the solutions of past problems and so difficult to solve current ones