Maidens who stay maidens turn into saints. Old women become sorceresses. Tough jobs, both of these.

I also love Disney, and will defend doing so, because there's so much in those films and I don't care if it's stereotyped.

If they had said my writing wasn't good enough, fair enough, that's an opinion. But to say it's too complex is to insult the intelligence of the so-called young.

He sat by her, watching every gesture she made, as if he would paint her portrait afterward.

It was not apathy. It was an intelligent disinterest in those things that could have no bearing on one's existence.

Genre categories are irrelevant. I dislike them, but I do not have the casting vote.

A rose by any other name Would get the blame For being what it is-- The colour of a kiss, The shadow of a flame. A rose may earn another name, So call it love; So call it love I will, And love is like the sea, Which changes constantly, And yet is still The same.