Amber

“You imagine you can see me, Mother? All you could ever see was your own face in a mirror.”
“Who am I, Mother? I’m not you. That’s why you wish I were dead. You can’t shape me anymore.”
― Janet Fitch, White Oleander

“Mother prescribing her books like medicines. A good dose of Whitman would set me straight, like castor oil. But at least she was thinking of me. I existed once more.”
― Janet Fitch, White Oleander

“Be a rainbow in somebody else's cloud.”
― Maya Angelou

“If particular care and attention is not paid to the ladies, we are determined to foment a rebellion, and will not hold ourselves bound by any laws in which we have no voice or representation.”
― Abigail Adams, The Letters of John and Abigail Adams