The moods he's shown me have all been vastly different...as different as summer and winter, sometimes with fall between them.

Pies mean Thanksgiving and Christmas and picnics.

I'm my own person, and in that I'm unique. Pain, anguish, those are all just part of the experience. The more you go through, the stronger you become.

It's one thing to be bitter about the circumstances of your birth, but another to drill your bitterness into the head of someone going through a rough time.

There must be logical minds among all species if they hope to survive. Not everyone can be bridled with hope and optimism.

History tended to repeat itself.
Why should her past be any different?