Abby wouldn't want you to suffer because of some jerk that kidnapped her. She would want you to go on your trip so that she would have fun torturing you for not being a puddle on the ground with a box of tissues and an empty gallon of ice cream by your side. Then afterward to hit you for thinking she was seriously hoping you would be doing that.

— Ottilie Weber

Black, The death of an old habit in order for anew journey to start. The dark clouds disappeared, chased away by the brilliant shine of your smile. So that I had the courage to be me once again…~Riley

— Ottilie Weber

Dear Karma, I really hate you right now, you made your point.

— Ottilie Weber

Do you think Bubbles wants Chinese food because it's made out of cats?" Genevieve questioned, shoveling a big bite into her mouth." Genevieve, that's just gross and wrong. Don't say things like that. Bubbles is a dog, and their stomachs are bottomless pits. They'll eat anything and everything in sight." Genevieve quickly swallowed. "Well, Bobby said in China they eat cats."" Gen, I assure you, we.are.not eating cats," I responded slowly trying to make sure another food wasn't crossed off her 'will eat' list. It was ever-growing shorter." All lies!" Genevieve proclaimed, sticking her fork high in the air with a piece of chicken, only to have it fall, never touching the floor. "See? Cat!

— Ottilie Weber

Emotions are messy.

— Ottilie Weber

He thinks you're pretty." Genevieve yawned. "Guys always think you're pretty."" Well people think you look like me," I responded." They're only being nice." Her voice was hurt as she curled closer to me." They aren't being nice. You're beautiful, smart, and you know who you are. You're never afraid of saying what you believe in. I never want you to forget that, Genevieve," I spoke tenderly as I watched her eyes start to sag. "I love you, Genevieve.

— Ottilie Weber

It was time to bring out the world destructive weapons. It was now time to hit him where it would do the biggest damage, his pride.

— Ottilie Weber

Lord of the Muck.

— Ottilie Weber

Once I had her hand, I never wanted to let go of her.

— Ottilie Weber

Pink, You are gentle and sweet just like this rose. When your rose pink lips smiled at me that first time I remembered how to smile.~Riley

— Ottilie Weber