The original fairy tale was about the youngest sister going into a room in the castle and finding all the bodies of the wives that came before her - she is confronted with truth, thinking about how often we think we know people and we really don't.

Among men and women, those in love do not always announce themselves with declarations and vows. But they are the ones who weep when you're gone. Who miss you every single night, especially when the sky is so deep and beautiful, and the ground so very cold.

The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun always longs for something dark and deep.

Unfinished business always comes back to haunt you, and a man who swears he'll love you forever isn't finished with you until he's done.

Emily Brontë's "Wuthering Heights" was extremely important to me.

I wonder how a lioness will manage in a dovecote. Can you put away your teeth and claws?

Still anyone who trusts a serpent deserves its bite. The wise see a creature for what it is, not what it says it may be.