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

I wish I had a hundred years, she said, very quietly. A hundred years I could give to you.

I wanted so badly for there to be more. I ached for there to be more than my crappy little life.' He shakes his head. 'And there was more. I just couldn't see it.

Do you not wonder sometimes, she showed now, sadly, if in some ways they are correct? That we are asking too much of the world?"No," he said. "They're the ones who are asking for too little."

Worst is the one who knows better and does nothing.

Then at the top of the hill, the road forks. Which just figures. "You gotta be kidding." I say. One part of the road goes left, the other goes right. (Well, it's a "Fork" ain't it?)

We have to lie to ourselves to live. Otherwise, we'd go crazy.