The adults don't know what's happening on the kids' universe and the kids don't know what's happening on the adults' universe

The nature of love had totally escaped her until now. She had thought that if you lost it, you could never get it back, like a stone thrown down a well. But it was like the water at the bottom of the well, there when you can't even see it, shifting in the dark.

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

Ironically, now that my children are older and gone quite a bit, I find it harder to work when they're not around. Too much free time!

At midnight the wind in the tress can sound like the ocean. The moonlight can make a road appear as endless as the sea.

What people read revealed so much about them that she considered our card catalog a treasure house of privileged secrets; each card contained the map of an individual’s soul.

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.