“I am poor - obscure - just eighteen years of age - with a rapacious appetite for everything and principles as light as my purse.”

“I got almost eighteen years with you. The best eighteen years of my life.”

“Do you think me, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless?”

“I am not the same kind of Mormon girl I was when I was seven, eight, or eighteen years old.  I am not an orthodox Mormon woman like my mother.  I am an unorthodox Mormon woman with a fierce and hungry faith. ”

“I was just thinking that I am not very many years old, but that I am a century wide. I think I have my literal age but am surrounded in a radius of years. I think that these years of days, this near century of years, is a gift from you. Thank you. Now, let me read you something to get you back to sleep.”

“I work in a restaurant in an airport in Taiwan. I am eighteen years old and I don’t like my job because everyone gets on planes and leaves. And I want to leave too.”