I blink at myself. I could be a girl, a real girl. I could be a possibility, with Mikey. Couldn't I?

In the corrupt court there is no possibility to dream or to make contact to love. They are exiled to the forest as a punishment (but) this punishment turns out to be a gift. The gift of being in a place where there is no time.

Is it possible not to ever know your type--not to even know you have a type--until quite suddenly you do?

You have to fall in love with yourself before anyone will fall in love with you. Define yourself by who you are, not who you're with.

Any BITCH can get a man, and any GIRL can keep him... But it takes a REAL WOMAN to settle him down, keep him happy, and so in LOVE.

They are one of our most significant contributors. We just love them, and we are very grateful.