What good is truth, at midnight, in the dark, when the wind is roaring like a bear in the chimney?

She was a do-gooder, which means that all the ill she did, she did without realizing it.

I still believe in stories. I still forget myself when I am in the middle of a good book. Books are for me, it must be said, the most important thing.

I am human. Like all humans, I do not remember my birth. By the time we wake up to ourselves, we are little children, and our advent is something that happened an eternity ago, at the beginning of time. We live like latecomers to the theater; we must catch up as best we can, divining the begging from the shape of later events. - Vida Winter

Once upon a time there was a fairy godmother, but the rest of the time there was none. This story is about one of those other times.

Without the past to cast its long shadow, might you see the future more clearly?

One gets so used to one's own horrors, one forgets how they must seem to other people.