The Old Chinese Proverb Springs To Mind

When God Closes One Door, He Slams Another In Your Face

God! I Hated This Business Of Being Grown-up. I Hated Having To Make Decisions Where I Didn't Know What Was Behind The Door. I Wanted A World Where Heroes And Villains Were Clearly Labeled. Where Ominous Music Comes On-screen So You Can't Possibly Mistake Him. Where Someone Asks You To Choose Between Playing With The Beautiful Princess In The Fragrant Garden And Being Eaten By The Hideous Monster In The Foul-smelling Pit. Not Exactly A Difficult One, Now Is It? Not Something That You Would Agonize Over, Or That Would Make You Lose A Night's Sleep?

My Mother Is The Best Storyteller. And Her Mother Was Too.

I Loved Being In My Own Head So Much, It Was Getting Harder And Harder Being With Other People.

I've Never Made A Secret Of The Fact That I'd Have Loved To Have Children.