She dreams a lot. She dreams of Ondines and falling maidens and houses burning in the night. But search her dreams all you like and you'll never find Prince Charming. No knight on a white horse gallops into her dreams to carry her away. When she dreams of love, she dreams of smashed potatoes.

And smiles to go before I weep, And Smiles to go before I weep.

You are what you are" "Which is what? I wondered

You’ll know her more by your questions than by her answers. Keep looking at her long enough. One day you might see someone you know.

Let's just be fabulously where we are and who we are. You be you and I'll be me, today and today and today, and let's trust the future to tomorrow.

Star people are rare.

She was bendable light: she shone around every corner of my day.