“I’ve got to give myself one thing. Mom never did tell me not to steal from a dragon. No doubt she thought it was too flaming obvious to mention.”

“Does that mean you're a thief too?''Yep.''What did you steal?'For a moment, she thought he wasn't going to answer. Then he said, 'Myself.”

“It was one thing to be giving up on myself, but moms were supposed to believe in you to the very end.”

“...I have so many dreams of my own, and I remember things from my childhood, from when I was a girl and a young woman, and I haven't forgotten a thing. So why did we think of Mom as a mom from the very beginning? She didn't have the opportunity to pursue her dreams, and all by herself, faced everything the era dealt her, poverty and sadness, and she couldn't do anything about her very bad lot in life other than suffer through it and get beyond it and live her life to the very best of her ability, giving her body and her heart to it completely. Why did I never give a thought to Mom's dreams?”

“You do not steal from the dragon, oh, no. The dragon remembers.”

“I’ll never second guess the things that I have done. I’ve got too much left to say and too much to become.”