A boy admiring a pretty girl. A rare thing to be certain. But love-true love-is something else.

I wrote poetry, journals, and, especially, plays for the neighborhood kids to perform. I had an ordinary, happy childhood. Nothing much was going on, but I had fun.

True love would look a second time. True love would not be thwarted. True love would not accept no for an answer. He would search the world and certainly look again and again in every cottage in Euphrasia until he finds you.

In stories like Cinderella and Beauty and the Beast, they always say the heroine is 'as good as she is beautiful.' I wondered if people just wanted that to be true, wanted the beautiful to be good. I wondered if they wanted the ugly to be bad because then they wouldn't have to feel bad for them.

Seem like a lot of people wear shoes they can't walk in.

Every girl pretends she is a princess at one point, no matter how little her life is like that.

This isn't a fairy tale. It's New York City.