“For seldom shall she hear a tale
So sad, so tender, and so true.”

“She is so lost in her sadness that she has no idea how visible it is.”

“She said she usually cried at least once each day not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful & life was so short.”

“Your writing", she said to me, "it's so raw. It's like a sledgehammer, and yet it has humor and tenderness….”

“Who so shall telle a tale after a man,
He moste reherse, as neighe as ever he can,
Everich word, if it be in his charge,
All speke he never so rudely and so large;
Or elles he moste tellen his tale untrewe,
Or feinen thinges, or finden wordes newe.”

“This true difference in me now: I had these experiances, these tales, more of this life. So maybe it wasn't the fairy tale. But those stories weren't real anyway. Mine were.”

“it was important to him that i know who she was, so im glad for that. but it makes me sad too. they loved each other so much, and now she's gone. it doesn't seem fair.”

“So strong is habit in tender years.”
Adeo in teneris consuescere multum est.

“Isn't that sad! I'm so fragile. It's tragic [laughs]. Can you believe it? That's so sad.”

“But she's a redhead, so she's probably evil, even at her tender age."

"I thought you liked redheads."

"I do. What's your point?”