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.

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.

Just because something is unspoken doesn't mean that it disappears.

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.

I must keep my head and not give in to desire, for desire is what causes women to drown.

Women know things that men will never know. We keep the best secrets. We tell the best stories.

She was disappearing a little more each day, so thin, so frail, a wisp of smoke. One day she would surely vanish altogether, and there was no way to stop her.