"My daddy told me somethin' about men that stuck with me and I will never forget it: 'Courage is bein' scared to death and saddlin' up anyway'. Most of the female rangers that I work with aren't as brave as me. And that's fine. When life gets hard for me, I don't back down. If it's a dangerous creature of the desert or an domineering man who wants to own me, I do what I always have done: Fight like hell. My daddy was right about my late mama and I. I am a 'Tough B***h'..."

"There's a different between using your brain and using your heart when making decisions. When your think you're able to analyze and break down situations based on what is occurring. The logistics can prove useful when solving knowledgeable disputes. Then there's feeling out the decision you make. While morality is important, thinking with your heart can make your decisions inaccurate. But that's not how I feel when helping my brother, Seth. I saved him using both my mind and my heart..."

"As I live my life, It becomes even more apparent to me that there is only one way to go about doing so: Humbly. To take yourself more seriously than those who cherish you and see you as more and also the individuals that understand the least about you will only invite distain in one's heart. It is wrong to act as though you are a singularly when there are others who live better or worse life than you. To act as if your life is worth more. It is not. We are all equals under Mother Nature."

"I'm not a hothead for no reason, ya know. Tons of a**holes like to pick on me because I'm short and stuff. Well, F**K THEM! I took up MMA fighting to defend myself as well as my battered mom from the bullies in our so-called 'Tolerant Society'. There's nothing more fake than a person pretending like they care about you! So, just know this. If you aren't planning on eating those words that you preach to everyone else, then f**k off! The only thing worse than the minority is their advocate..."

"Everyone deserves a second chance in life. Sure, there are those pricks out in the world who live for another person's downfall but that's only because they never got that shot from that certain someone when it truly mattered. I pick up those who have fall down. I push those wandering aimlessly in the right direction. I do that because I used to be that aimless, wanderer who fall down. My sister picked me up and did it when it truly mattered."

"You must know who you are or someone else will do of you what they want". Cassandra whispered to the baby between her arms. The rain falling outside. "Your grandpa knew that well. I didn't. They tried to make me their leader. A nurse and a refuge. And then just the other woman". She sighed, defeated. "Maybe one day I'll know who I am. For now you need me to be your mom. I am fine with that".