I Would Hold On, And Hold On,

My Daughter," I Said Blankly. "i See. Correct Me If I Am Wrong, But I Thought It Took A Man, As Well As A Woman, To Make A Child. Is This Infant's Father To Be A Crab, Or A Seagull Maybe? Or Were You Planning To Shipwreck Some Likely Sailor On My Doorstep, So I Can Make Convenient Use Of Him?

I've Loved Fairytales, Folklore And Mythology Since I Was A Small Child, And I Think It Was Inevitable That They Would Influence My Style And My Development Of Stories.

She Had Sacrificed Her Childhood To Save Her Brothers; She Loved Her Family Above All Else, And Her Spirits Yearned To Return Home Once More, To The Wild Forest And The Land Of Mystic Tales And Ancient Spirits Whence He Had Taken Her. That Was The Place Of Her Heart, And If He Loved Her, He Must Let Her Go.

I Like The Truth, Even When It Does Trouble Me.

In All Experience, There Is Something To Be Learned. In Deepest Sorrow, Wisdom Is Found. In The Well Of Despair, Hope Rises.