Oh, God. What was happening to her, she was turning into a normal person.

She was a terrible mother, there was no doubt about it, but she didn't even have the strength to feel guilty.

The past is a cupboard full of light and all you have to do is find the key that opens the door.

Perhaps we are on an insula ex machina, an artificial place not in the real world at all -- a backdrop for the stories we must tell.

As I watch, the sky fills with clouds of snow feathers from every kind of bird there ever was and even some that only exist in the imagination, like the bluebirds that fly over the rainbow.

Fairy tales opened up a door into my imagination - they don't conform to the reality that's around you as a child. I started reading when I was three and read everything, but I wanted to be an actress.

Oh, God. What was happening to her, she was turning into a normal person.