I want a place. It has to do with the kind of person I want to be. And how I fit in to everything. I want people to listen when I open my mouth. And know I'm worth listening to." She stared at me. "That's all?" To me it was not all, it was everything.
Ann Rinaldi (1993). “The Fifth of March: A Story of the Boston Massacre”, p.22, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
