Endings are beginnings in disguise, dear Tru. They signify one door closing and another one opening. They mark the point where the heroine transforms from a person who’s been beaten and badgered and bolstered by life into someone who’s about to shed her past and metamorphose into an entirely new creature.

But that’s the point. We wouldn’t even have wars if adults followed the rules they learned as children.

We have a great deal of fight inside us, and sometimes our strength of spirit forces us to choose truth and integrity over comfort and security.

We were all survivors – every last one of us who limped our way out to the sidewalks that afternoon and spit in Death’s cold face.

Why can’t a girl be smart without it being explained away as a rare supernatural phenomenon?

We wouldn’t even have wars if adults followed the rules they learned as children. A four-year-old would be able to see how foolish grown men are behaving if you explained the war in a child’s terms.

We live in a world so horrifying, it frightens even the dead.

But this is not the fantastical land of liberty that people portray in stories. The melting pot does nothing but scald and blister right now.

Candlelight cast such a delicate beauty. It flickered with emotions and warmed one’s skin and soul.

Just remember human beings have always managed to find the greatest strength within themselves during the darkest hours. When faced with the worst horrors the world has to offer, a person either cracks and succumbs to the ugliness, or they salvage the inner core of who they are and fight to right wrongs.