“Knowledge after all is a dark art, full to the brim with liberty, a trembling, malleable power.”

Ghosts of the person you used to be are so proud of who you are, they live on inside you applauding you for living on despite your scars.

A story is no small thing.

Fill your life with women that empower you, that help you believe in your magic and aid them to believe in their own exceptional power and their incredible magic too. Women that believe in each other can survive anything. Women who believe in each other create armies that will win kingdoms and wars.

Your body is not a first aid kit for broken people and damaged souls and hearts that are too tired to fix themselves.

You are half fairytale, half girl.

How do you go back to being strangers with someone who has seen your soul?

We have all taken turns being Red Riding Hood and we have all been the wolf.

Remember, there are beginnings in endings, through destruction there comes life.

Everyone you love is slowly dying and if you choose not to love them right they will die without knowing.

That sadness that you do not speak of, that haunts you in the ache of midnight. Give it to me, I want to heal that.

To my children, I will say, ‘Fill your skin with kindness and find solace in your solitude. It takes bravery to be kind. But to be brave you will need to know how to stand for something even if you are completely alone.

There is nothing more dangerous than a girl who is aware of the flames inside her, and all the damage she can do.

The greatest magic you have is the courage you go digging for, when your world falls apart, the light you still hold, when everything has grown dark.

Take this as your reminder. Not all heroes wear capes. Some wear darkness, some wear wounds.

She is unpredictable, and unpredictable is another word for ‘threat’ when a woman wears it well.

I hope our daughters are born with so much fire in their souls, they could put volcanoes and stars to shame.