Just follow that one road the whole time!... I hope they don't get lost, I'm so bad at giving directions.

You confuse not speaking with not listening.

Not everyone is born a witch or a saint. Not everyone is born talented, or crooked, or blessed; some are born definite in no particular at all. We are a fountain of shimmering contradictions, most of us. Beautiful in the concept, if we're lucky, but frequently tedious or regrettable as we flesh ourselves out.

I do love to sing. Had I a longer set of thigh bones and a sweeter voice, I should have loved to be a performer.

She dropped her shyness like a nightgown, and in the liquid glare of sunlight on old boards she held up her hands-as if, in the terror of the upcoming skirmish, she had at last understood that she was beautiful. In her own way.

The body apologizes to the soul for its errors, and the soul asks forgiveness for squatting in the body without invitation.

...but the tale itself is a trickster and doesn't hesitate to lie. It is anachronistic with a vengeance. It emerges always and everywhere, overt or disguised, pureblood or hybrid, and healthy as sin.