“I am not the one of us who has no heart.”

“I am the middle sister. The one in between. Not oldest, not youngest, not boldest, not nicest. I am the shade of gray, the glass half empty or full, depending on your view. In my life, there has been little that I have done first or better than the one preceding or following me. Of all of us, though, I am the only one who has been broken.”

“I am one who has been acquainted with the night”

“Am I the only one who has wood over that little vixen?”

“I am the one who knows better than to ask for help. I am the one who picked up the pieces, the one who does not deserve to be thanked, the one with no expectations, the one who has learned to rely on herself, the one who became convinced that love and happiness are things bestowed upon other people.”

“One of the things that makes me who I am is the loyalty I have to people I hold close to my heart.”