“Some girls want to be a princess when they grow up. I wanted to be in a bad bitch girl gang.”

“Caine met Diana's disbelieving gaze and laughed aloud."Why so gloomy? Doesn't every little girl want to grow up to be a queen?""Princess," Diana said."So, you got a promotion," Caine said.”

“You picked that out?” Caine asked. “That pink, plastic toy?”I turned to look at him. “I happen to have been a little girl, once upon a time, detective. I know what they like. Every little girl wants to be a princess.”A thoughtful frown overcame the angry tension on Caine’s rugged face. “And what happens when they grow up?”I thought of my mother and sisters and all the horrors that had happened the day they’d died. A bitter laugh escaped from my tight lips. “Then they just want to be little girls again.”

“But I wasn't a bad girl. I don't want to be forgotten. I want people to remember me.”

“If a girl wants to grow up to be a cowgirl, she ought to be able to do it, or else this world ain't worth living in.”

“Most little girls in England grow up wanting to marrya prince. Bex grew up wanting to kick James Bond's butt and assume his double-0 ranking.”