You Should Visit Before You Pass Judgment

As A Child, My Mother Told Me Lots Of Fairy Stories, Many Her Own Invention. She, Too, Tended To Reverse The Norm.

He Sat By Her, Watching Every Gesture She Made, As If He Would Paint Her Portrait Afterward.

Ecstasy And Vulnerability Belonged In The Same Dish. The Fear The Cup Would Be Snatched Away Was What Gave The Wine Its Savor.

Maidens Who Stay Maidens Turn Into Saints. Old Women Become Sorceresses. Tough Jobs, Both Of These.

Madness. I Did Not Get Myself Born To Die. I Have Better Things To Do.