Even the plants in Arizona wanted to hurt you.

Many perfumes promise to lure men to women. None of them smell of motherhood. None of them proclaim the wearer to be tidy, thrifty, and sensible.

"Women," he said in disgust. I wasn't sure whether we was referring to me or nuns.

I bet you Cinderella didn't get along with Prince Charming's friends. Oh sure, the knights and barons probably put up with her on account that she was pretty and had such dainty feet and all, but you should know every duchess and contess in the kingdom hated her guts.

Perhaps I wasn't going crazy after all. Perhaps I was just becoming a writer.

You know, sometimes you've got to trust the people you love. You've got to trust that if they're good people, they'll make good decisions.

That's the magic of books. They're never quite the same for any two people. When you read one, you automatically make it your own.