“Can you imagine anything more tragic?” Rose asked. “To be born a princess–native and to the manor born–and then to forget who you are and settle for being something horrible like an–an accountant!”
“…If you’d take your head home and boil it for a turnip it might be useful. I can’t say. But it might.” — Sunday(?), G. K. Chesterton, The Man Who Was Thursday
“'Don't bother the little boy, Marleen,' said the little girl's mother in the kind of weak, uncertain way that no self-respecting child pays any attention to.” -- Elizabeth Enright,