But that night in her dream she flew high above the earth in a moonless sky. Behind her, like a falling star, sailed a silver sled.

This was a cruel world she had been born into, all pink and squirming. She'd never wanted to see reality. Now, like the cold, it was impossible to ignore.

How unlucky she was--born with adventurous hooves that were stuck inside a pen. But she wasn't giving up. If there was a way out, Flora said to herself, she would find it.

I think we're all aiming to be something better than what everyone thinks we were born to be

You'll never make it out there. You weren't made for South Pole adventures." Flora gave her an icy look. "I think I know by now what I was made for.

The stars were extra bright tonight, and they shone and glimmered as if each one had something it wanted to say.

Cats may have nine lives, but pigs . . . don't . . . give . . . up.

But that was the least of it. He knew the worst of her, and that was better.

There are a lot of good causes out there, but they can't possibly all be served by government.

History is made every day. The challenge is getting everyone to pay attention to it.

My manager has a car payment, so I work every night.

Satan delights equally in statistics and in quoting scripture.

They have all different names for music. I think the music I'm going to change the style with is going to be really, really big-years and years after I'm gone.

Whatever anyone says, I think the opposite will happen.

They who truly come to God for mercy, come as beggars, and not as creditors: they come for mere mercy, for sovereign grace, and not for anything that is due

Meditation isn’t about what’s happening; it’s about how you relate to what’s happening.

We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.