So far, I had a solid collection of my honest opinions…

True love is usually the most inconvenient kind.

I hope you find someone you can't live without.I really do. And I hope you never have to know what it's like to have to try and live without them.

P.S. May, don’t these strawberry tarts just make you want to cry?

No, I’m not choosing him or you. I’m choosing me.

Castes never meant that much to me.

I should have known that if any girl was going to disobey an order, it would be you.

The Selection was no longer something that was simply happening to me, but something I was actively a part of. I was an Elite.

Try patting them on the back or shoulder and telling them everything is going to be fine. Lots of times when girls cry, they don't want you to fix the problem, they just want to be consoled.

If you don’t want me to be in love with you, you’re going to have to stop looking so lovely. First thing tomorrow I’m having your maids sew some potato sacks together for you.

You get confused by crying women, I get confused by walks with princes.

Thoughts are ideas scattered in your head. When written forms a sentence. When rhymed, it forms a phrase and singing it blooms a beautiful poem.

Do you know what Hell is? ...No fire, no brimstone. Man in his infinite folly invented that to rob from his brothers their will. Hell is existing without Our Father. None of His love touches me.

Certainly seems it when she half-turns in his arms and he just leans right down into her and kisses and kisses. Oh, how syrupy-slow his kisses are. She could live in those warm, wet pulls.

Every society gets the kind of criminal it deserves. What is equally true is that every community gets the kind of law enforcement it insists on.

He can give me what you cannot. Death is not a lover. Oh yes, he is.

Here, I stole it for you. Why don’t you tell me what it’s for.” “Aw, Sophronia, how thoughtful. You brought me a present!

I see no women out here, and you're chanting about a male organ, now tell me who's the fruit bootie?

Ah, well, do I wish that we lived in a world where gender didn't figure so prominently? Of course. Do I even think about myself as a woman when I go to make art? Of course not.

It's very hard to articulate the things that are important about writing.

Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle!