I am so tired of fear. And I don’t want my girls to live in a country, in a world, based on fear.

I am so tired of the girl in the infirmary, I am so sick of the girl who cries wolf all the time – even though not one of those cries was ever a false alarm. Not one of my pleas was ever less than truly urgent because when it’s all in your mind, there always IS a wolf.

I am so tired of ruggedly handsome heroes. I don’t know too many ruggedly handsome people who are necessarily nice people. In fact, the beautiful people have a big handicap because they rely too much on their appearance and don’t bother to become interesting.

I am so tired, I can hardly type these worfs.