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“And since she wanted to be good, she's always been careful not to care too much about money. Now she wondered if all those Disney movies were merely propaganda to keep poor people content with their lot. 'We may be poor, but we're the salt of the earth, we know what really matters. The rich are perverted by their hideous wealth - why, look at that Cruella de Vil!' But good or evil, even single dollar was power. Power to hire a lawyer, power to control how she spent her time, power to change her appearance, power to command respect. Power to be who she wanted to be.”
― Rufi Thorpe, Margo's Got Money Troubles

“In Lady and the Tramp there is this moment where Tramp finally gets a collar, and it’s a symbol of being loved. If you get taken to the pound, someone is gonna come get you. The dog catcher is different with a dog wearing a collar. A dog without a collar is just an animal. If the world doesn’t know you are loved, then you’re trash. I think that’s even true of people. Maybe. Sometimes. Or I fear it is. That being loved is the only way to be safe.”
― Rufi Thorpe, Margo's Got Money Troubles

“Her world was lonely and silent. Now that there was open water, there was no longer the crash of the ice pack, the long, low grind of the floes churning against one another, the deep and sudden splash of water as masses of the pack broke off and plunged into the sea, or the staccato burst like rifle shots that echoed across the island as the ice expanded. There was only the sound of her own voice as she spoke to Vic. She fussed over the cat like a mother and picked up and held her in her arms and talked to her like she had talked to Crawford and the others. Vic was a warm, breathing creature, who responded in purrs and rubs and an occasional meow. Ada thought she would go insane without her.”
― Jennifer Niven, Ada Blackjack: A True Story of Survival in the Arctic

“But I'm going now where it's always hot
Where blizzards ain't and cold is not
Where everyone's happy and anthems ringing
But having no voice I'll be out of the singing
Don't weep for me now, don't weep for me ever
I'm going to do nothing for ever and ever.
- Untitled Poem, Lorne Knight, Summer 1923”
― Jennifer Niven, Ada Blackjack: A True Story of Survival in the Arctic