You can’t have adventures without poetry.

It was so hard to be courageous. So hard to be a coward. Going forward or going back seemed equally awful. So much easier to do nothing. But if she did nothing, she would surely perish. What was she to do?

Rumors are like clouds. Sometimes they bring rain. Sometimes they don’t. But there are always clouds.

It’s said truth is stranger than fiction, but fiction makes truth a friend, not a stranger.

I was famous for not being like everybody else. I loved it.

I found it a marvel that I could see so much of the world, yet find it much the same.

I won’t let anyone tell me what to think.

The boys, hearing this declaration, allowed not the slightest hint that they had ever heard anything like it before.

She can be fierce, but for all of that she’s actually kindness itself.

Both wheat and trust take a full season to grow.