"You will look for treasures of fidelity in close relationships. 
You will respect my namesakes after me. "

Then she started to feel hatred for the person she loved most in the world: her mother.

That's what it's like in my head all the time, constant snow, constant weather patterns of all sorts - blizzards, cyclones.

As a child of privilege, no one is your friend. They will claim to be your friends, they will laugh at your jokes and invite you to their parties, but they do not like you. They like your power, they like what you will become someday.

Written By Orson Scott Card

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