"That night I went to sleep after thinking of his kiss, and not the whipping or the blows from the brush. Swelling up in both of us was a turmoil of whirling emotions. Something sleeping deep inside of me had awakened, quickened, just as Aurora slept until the prince came to put on her quiet lips a long lovers kiss."
"That was the way of all fairy tales- ending with the kiss, and the happy-ever-after. There had to be some other prince for me to bring about a happy ending."
- Flowers in the Attic