They were not pretty, these women. Pretty did not begin to describe them.They were shrewd. Powerful. Wily. Proud. Dangerous.They were strong.There were brave.They were beautiful.

Believe that you can make your way. Or don't. Either way, you are right.

I'm wishing he could see that music lives. Forever. That it's stronger than death. Stronger than time. And that its strength holds you together when nothing else can.

Know that you are a warrior... and that a true warrior carries love, courage, and her conscience into battle, as surely as she carries her sword.

Mortals aren't born strong, they become strong.

Fac quod faciendum est,' " Jo read aloud. "Do what must be done.