“Some of them are okay, but the popular girls like to pick on my sister, and almost all the guys are gross. I don't know why guys are like that. Do you?”

“There are billions of men in the world, probably millions near my age. Maybe hundreds who are compatible with me. Maybe at least a dozen who would want to date me. There's got to be at least five on the continent whom I could probably marry. So why am I so hung up on this one guy?”

“Can you imagine a princess who works as a counter girl in a fast-food restaurant? I'm sure there's one somewhere. Imagine if all the people who came in to place orders were to realize that their meal was served by a princess! I don't think most people could handle it.''I think it would be hard for a real princess to have to do menial work like that,' Blanche reflected. 'She might think it was beneath her.''Oh, but a real princess would know that hard work ennobles the soul,' Rose objected. 'That would be one of the signs.”

“I shall have twenty cats and talk to them all," she said, picking up the volume of poetry. "My cats and I shall have fish every day for dinner." Her imagination taking flight, she finished, dropping the book into the box, "And I shall memorize every line in this book and paint it in calligraphy on my living room walls.”

“Because I liked you better than it suits a girl to say,It irked you and I promised to throw the thought awayTo put the world between us, we parted stiff and dry'Goodbye' and you: 'Forget me'.'No fear I will' said I. Now here where clover whitensThe dead man's knoll you passAnd now tall flower to meet youStarts in the trefoiled grassHalt by the headstone naming the heart no longer stirredAnd say the girl that loved youWas one who kept her word.”

“Some scars never heal. And he sounds like he has a lot of them.''But Christ had scars too, even on His risen Body. Wounds in this life become glory in the next.”

“Evil isn't beautiful on its own. You know?''Well, good people are sometimes ugly-' Blanche said at last.'I don't know about that. Not really,' Bear shook his head. 'If the good's there, and you look for it, you'll see it in some way.''I think Bear is right,' Rose said decidedly. 'Fairy tales teach you that. No one who's really good ever stays ugly. It's always a disguise.”