Taking daily showers and always being there when I need them.

That they be intelligent and engaged.

Humor and honesty. Realness. No bullshit.

George and I have been there for each other since we were two years old and for most of life's most poignant moments.

I had two options. One was to remain silent and wait to be killed. And the second was to speak up and then be killed. I chose the second one. I decided to speak up.

Biting my nails.

I hate it when my little brothers don't close their mouths when they're eating.

I'm trying to be more organized.

Her story is why I dedicate the Nobel Peace Prize money to the Malala Fund, to help give girls quality education, everywhere, anywhere in the world and to raise their voices. The first place this funding will go to is where my heart is, to build schools in Pakistan—especially in my home of Swat and Shangla.

Why is it that countries which we call strong are so powerful in creating wars but are so weak in bringing peace? Why is it that giving guns is so easy but giving books is so hard? Why is it, why is it that making tanks is so easy, but building schools is so hard?