I always felt and still feel that fairy tales have an emotional truth that is so deep that there are few things that really rival them

I never even believed in happiness. I didn't think it existed. Now look at me. I'm ready to believe in just about anything.

Before she realized he was next to her, he had placed his hands over hers on the countertop, then hooped his fingers through hers. Gretel looked up at him, so startled she might as well have been shot. 'I just wanted to wake you up', he said. Which is exactly what he did. One look at him and her heart was racing. One look, and whatever had been before was all over.

I wrote to find beauty and purpose, to know that love is possible and lasting and real.... Once I got to my desk, once I started writing, I still believed anything was possible.

The only people out at this hour were ones who couldn't sleep,those haunted by one thing or another:love thwarted, love lost, love thrown away. They were the sort of people who didn't want to be noticed, who wanted to slip through shadows, be alone with their despair.

That was the way love was, invisible, there whether or not you wanted to see it or admit to it.

I feel like my eyes are killing me at the end of the day and that I shouldn't use them.