I think we are bound to, and by, nature. We may want to deny this connection and try to believe we control the external world, but every time there's a snowstorm or drought, we know our fate is tied to the world around us

Are people drawn to each other because of the stories they carry inside?

Fairytales were maps formed of blood and hair and bones; they were the knots of the sub-conscious unwound. Every word in every tale was real and as true as apples and stones. They all led to the story inside the story.

How could I have been so stupid to ignore everything I’d had in my life? The color red alone was worth kingdoms.

I also like the whole idea of fairy tales and folk tales being a woman's domain, considered a lesser domain at the time they were told.

Sometimes words drew blood, they cut your tongue, they made you know things you couldn't unknow.

No barrier was strong enough to keep out the movement of time.