She was the breeze on a summer's day, the first drops of rain when the earth was parched, light from the evening star.

I want to be independent. To meet interesting people. ... I just mean new people with clever things to say. Things I've never heard before. I want to be free. Open to whatever adventure comes along and sweeps me off my feet.

Curiosity might have killed the cat, but little girls usually fared much better.

She says there are stories everywhere and that people who wait for the right one to come along before setting pen to paper end up with very empty pages.

...which fairy-tale princess ever chose her maid over her prince?

But history is a faithless teller whose cruel recourse to hindsight makes fools of its actors.

Thinking of nothing. Trying to think of nothing. Thinking of everything.