It Was Such A Pleasure To Sink

I Am Not A Storyteller . . . Not Like The Others. I Only Have One Tale To Tell.

Curiosity Might Have Killed The Cat, But Little Girls Usually Fared Much Better.

Sometimes, Edie, A Person's Feelings Aren't Rational. At Least, They Don't Seem That Way On The Surface. You Have To Dig A Little Deeper To Understand What Lies At The Base

I've Heard It Said That Children Born To Stressful Times Never Shake The Air Of Woe . . . .

She Felt Like A Fictional Character Who'd Escaped The Book In Which Her Creator Had Carefully And Kindly Trapped Her, Taken A Pair Of Scissors To Her Outline And Leaped, Free.