“You belong, Jaz. You’re a human being. Color isn’t what you are.It’s just your shade. You’re beautiful. Inside. Where it counts.”

“It’s the person you are inside that counts and you’re beautiful. You’re beautiful outside, too, but that’s not what’s got to me.” He put his hand over my heart, “This has.”

“The reason you’re being treated so badly is because you don’t belong in Mimbeye. As long as you’re there, you’ll experience pain. If you want to escape it, you should come where you belong.”

“...And for every day you paint the war, take a week and paint the beauty, the color, the shape of the landscape you’re marching towards. Everyone knows what you’re against; show them what you’re for.”

“True beauty is not related to what color your hair is or what color your eyes are. True beauty is about who you are as a human being, your principles, your moral compass.”

“Part of you isn’t demon,” she said. “You’re all human – you just have those horns for decoration.”