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.

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

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

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.

Only her death could prove her innocence; a circle of impossible, deathly judgement.

Jill told me that when you're really in love, you know right away. I'm not exactly sure how this happens. Is it like a flash of lightning? Like an angel tapping you on the shoulder? Or is it similar to choosing a puppy? You think you're picking the cutest one, but really you wind up going home with the one who keeps insisting on climbing into your lap.

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