I scream for everything that has gone wrong. I scream for everything broken in our lives.

I am still alone, broken and small, the butterfly fighting for life in the grass.

The irony of life is that those who wear masks often tell us more truths than those with open faces.

Your strengths might make you hard to approach, and might make your words sound uglier than what you actually mean, but they also make people look up to you.

We determine whether a book is for boys or girls long before the reader gets a chance to decide: we package them with soldiers and ballet slippers on their covers, war machines and glittering gowns.

Once upon a time, a girl had a father, a prince, a society of friends. Then they betrayed her, so she destroyed them all.