Dreams Weigh Nothing. - Marie Antoinette

When I Was Growing Up I Loved Reading Historical Fiction, But Too Often It Was About Males; Or, If It Was About Females, They Were Girls Who Were Going To Grow Up To Be Famous Like Betsy Ross, Clara Barton, Or Harriet Tubman. No One Ever Wrote About Plain, Normal, Everyday Girls.

She Told Them Simply And Directly That The Meadow Was A Place Of Peace And Beauty, Where Indeed If One Came To It In A Quiet Manner, The Animals Would Not Be Disturbed; For There Are Lovely Birds, And Squirrels And Field Mice, And Sometimes Deer.

Whether You Are A Twelve-year-old Princess Or A Twelve-year-old Regular Kid, You Need To Know You Are Loved And Respected.

Come To Us And Quackle And Quank. Relieve Us Of Our Stirrings With Your Fangs So Sharp And Bright Take This Blood That's Always Purring. Through Our Hollow Bones It Flows To Each Feather And Downy Fluff. Quell The Terrible, Horrid Urge That So Often Prinkles Us, Still Our Dreams, Make Slow Our Thoughts Let Tranquillity Flood Our Veins. Come To Us And Drink Your Fill So We Might End Our Pains. - The Owls At St. Aegolius Calling To The Bats

Blood Hardly Defines One's Character. We Are Made By Our Actions, Not Our Blood. - Soren