A red map isn't easy to follow. Any document made of blood and bones is tricky. Wrong turns are easily made, and there are often piles of stones in the road. A person has to disregard time and sorrow and all the damage done. If you follow, if you dare, the thread always leads to whomever or whatever you've forgotten.

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.

No one knows you like a person with whom you've shared a childhood. No one will ever understand you in quite the same way.

...but now the worst crime was pretending to be something you were not.

Young people believe that regret is something you will never feel if you simply do as you please, but sometimes it is a matter of degree.

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.

Anyway, the sort of love that will not wait is probably best to pass by