Once upon a time, Sleeping Beauty decided to take a nap from which she would never wake up.

She told me if I clean all the ashes out of the grate, then I’ll be able to help my sisters get ready for the bal.” “It’s Christmas, Dashiel. Can’t you give that atitude a rest?” “Merry Christmas, Dad. And thanks for the presents.” “What presents?” “I’m sorry—those were all from Mom, weren’t they?

I'm told there's no going back. So I'm choosing forward.

The universe doesn't decide what's right or not right. You do.

People are like that, judging you before they know you.

I want to believe there is a somebody out there for me. I want to believe that I exist to be there for that somebody.

They were tricky, those demons. Could they be trusted? Of course they could be trusted. She'd created them. She owned them. They wouldn't lead her astray.