“Hilda! Let me out!" Sabrina heard faintly. "Thou art starting to grown on me!”

“You can't make someone love you." She held out her right hand to flash a ring with a gaudy stone set in it. "But you can imprison him in a ring for not loving you. See?”

“So I had nothing to distract me from my books and their other worlds that swallowed me whole, from Narnia to the Wisconsin woods, from a small town in Sweden to the red earth of Prince Edward Island. Nothing and no one interested me as much as my books.”

“With the plundered people transferring their energies into relaxed and receptive thoughts, degradation and lust for power produced art.”

“143"I love you”

“His story remains behind, echoing inside me, a tale of impossible choices.”

“If you're thinking bout me, text 143 that means I Love You”