I don't know how much time passes with us just lying there, just feeling that the other is really there, really true, really alive, feeling the safety of him, his weight against mine, the roughness of his fingers touching my face, his warmth and his smell and the dustiness of his clothes, and we barely speak.

You went up a girl and came down a woman.

So the good prince was a murderer and the evil queen wasn't a witch after all.

Ideals, my girl,” she says. “Always easier to believe in than live.” “But if you don't at least try to live them,” Bradley says, “then there's no point in living at all.

Francia don’t look too convinced. I never seen arms so crossed.

It is a true story, the monster said. Many things that are true feel like a cheat.

That's the thing I'm learning about being thrown out on yer own. Nobody does nothing for you. If you don't change it, it don't get changed.