Did we do wrong in believing, Marina?" Mom asked suddenly. "Never in believing, Mom," I said. "Just in what we believed. - Jane Yolen

I actually said a little prayer of my own then, my first since we had arrived: Please, God—get me out of this nuthouse!

She filled the pot, got out a new filter, threw the old one onto the garbage, and counted out five tablespoons of Columbian Supreme. Then she waited while the magic of modern invention turned tap water into a hot dark-brown caffeine-powered drink. It was better than any Biblical miracle and risked no beliefs.

Will you write the story?"
"If there is one."
"Happy ending or no?" He was serious.
She attempted a smile. "Fairy tales always have a happy ending."
He leaned back in his chair. "That depends."
"On what?"
"On whether you are Rumplestiltskin or the Queen.