My mother... She is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.

I may not have a degree, but I certainly got an education.

History isn't about dates and places and wars. It's about the people who fill the spaces between them.

True love is felonious… You take someone’s breath away… You rob them of the ability to utter a single word… You steal a heart.

When your mother is made out of your dreams, anything real is bound to disappoint you.

Disaster was an avalanche, gathering speed with such acceleration that you worried more about getting out of its path, not finding the pebble at its center.