...She's understood the power of stories. Their magical ability to refill the wounded part of people.

Had any poet adequately described the wretched ugliness of a loved one turned inside out with grief?

She did as she felt, and she felt a great deal.

But everyone's an expert with the virtue of hindsight . . . .

After all, it's the librarian's sworn purpose to bring books together with their one true reader.

The girl in the mirror caught my eye briefly...It is an uncanny feeling, that rare occasion when one catches a glimpse of oneself in repose. An unguarded moment, stripped of artifice, when one forgets to fool even oneself.

I am not a storyteller . . . not like the others. I only have one tale to tell.