My name,” I tell Wilbur in the most dignified voice I can find, “Was inspired by Harriet Quimby, the first female American pilot and the first woman ever to cross the Channel in an aeroplane....

Some girls had their heads in the clouds. My head was somewhere on the other side of the galaxy.

Then don’t settle,” he said.

And you have all these Flash Thompsons and Harry Osborns hovering around you, trying to make a move. Because…you’re basically amazing.

So what’s up?” He had one hand behind his back.

You need to stop caring what people who don’t matter think of you. Be who you are and let everybody else be who they are. Differences are a good thing.

…Our stories are drive by who we are and what we do, and not by the events that happens to us.

Does a caterpillar sit on the same leaf when it’s a butterfly? No! It goes for a little fly and sees something of the world. Does the tadpole stay in the same pond once it’s...

Superfast beings shouldn’t piss off the comics geek-girl.

He was a beautiful pagan god with the voice of a serial killer, but that didn’t make him any less god like. It just meant rather than dying in some dank basement or isolated cabin,...