It's a strange new world out there and the rules have changed: It's every princess for herself.

I’m asking the questions tonight.” One day I was going to write a book: How to Dictate to a Dictator and Evade an Evader, subtitled How to Handle Jericho Barrons.

It's so easy to lie. What’s even worse is how we cling to those lies. We beg for the illusion so we don’t have to face the truth, don’t have to feel alone.

I hope when I'm ninety-five the only things I want are free: love, family, a good home-cooked meal.

Once, long ago in her world, a sunny day in spring was her favorite, but now a sunny day in winter delights her more. It is the perfect metaphor for their love. Sunshine on ice. She warms his frost. He cools her fever.

It's often only in the lies we refuse to speak that any truth can be heard at all.

All those 'bloodys' was a veritable cornucopia of emotion for Barrons.