Am I still the same Alice? Or have I become a better or worse one?”“Yes,” was the caterpillar’s reply.“Yes, to what?”“It doesn’t matter.

— Emory R. Frie

A monster, some called her. But in the shadows, only said in whispers, she was an angel in red.

— Emory R. Frie

Blood, sweat, and tea, sister! That's what it takes to achieve all great and terrible things.

— Emory R. Frie

Boy, did she love those idiots.

— Emory R. Frie

Brave, impossible Alice. Stop being so sensible.

— Emory R. Frie

Bravery wasn’t in protecting myself from everything, it was in daring to trust, daring to love, daring to be me. Sometimes being brave meant letting go.

— Emory R. Frie

But don’t we all deserve a chance before we’re judged?

— Emory R. Frie

But home did not seem the right word for it. It hadn’t quite been home for years. Not like it used to be.

— Emory R. Frie

Can we at least avoid the cannibals? I prefer not to vomit when screaming for my life.

— Emory R. Frie

Don’t ever lose your smile. Don’t ever let anything take away the joy from your laugh. You never know when the taste of laughter on the tongue or the scent of happiness in the air might save one’s life.

— Emory R. Frie