I Am Bigger Than The Box I'm

The Reward Is In The Risk. You Can’t Stay Hidden Inside Grandpa’s Overprotective Cloak Forever. You’ve Seemed Like You Needed To Grow Out Of That For A While. Mom And Dad Going Away, And The Red Notebook, These Things Just Helped. Now It’s Up To You To

There Is No Such Thing As A Soulmate...and Who Would Want There To Be? I Don't Want Half Of A Shared Soul. I Want My Own Damn Soul.

She Told Me If I Clean All The Ashes Out Of The Grate, Then I’ll Be Able To Help My Sisters Get Ready For The Bal.” “it’s Christmas, Dashiel. Can’t You Give That Atitude A Rest?” “merry Christmas, Dad. And Thanks For The Presents.” “what Presents?” “i’m Sorry—those Were All From Mom, Weren’t They?

They Were Tricky, Those Demons. Could They Be Trusted? Of Course They Could Be Trusted. She'd Created Them. She Owned Them. They Wouldn't Lead Her Astray.

How Would I Ever Know When That Moment Was Right, When Expectation Met Anticipation And Formed...connection?