Princess Floralinda and the Forty-Flight Tower

It's also not fair at all that stupidity has gotten you this far. That's another creature you've killed simply by having no brains, which makes anyone with brains feel as if it isn't worth the headache of having them.

What does love feel like?” said Cobweb. “Like you want to be ill, but can’t be, but know you might well be quite soon, so you can’t get comfortable at all,” said Floralinda. “Then I don’t think you love me one bit; that sounds like a classic case of indigestion,” said Cobweb.

If one does nothing but think of someone, it takes up all the time you could use to do something about them. I wish nobody thought of me, but did a lot for me instead. It's just like someone else going to the sea-side when you're not, and sending a card back saying they're thinking of you; it's worse than if they weren't thinking of you at all, and now you have a horrid card that you have to be grateful for. And I have decided that I don't like being grateful —at—all.

The worst part about trying to make good a sin is that it does not make the sin any less ugly.

In the fairy-books, all Briar Rose had ever had to do was lie down the moment things got hot, and when she woke up everything had been done for her, which is a fairly universal dream.

perhaps you can spare a thought to what it would have been like, to be stuck in an airless room with your only company some people who have nothing in common with you other than a career choice. In modern parlance we call this a convention,

Will you free me, if you love me?