My good ideas are shy. But if they see that I treat the stupid ideas with respect, they come forward.
Gail Carson Levine
I know all about you," Char announced after we'd taken a few more steps. "You do? How could you?" "Your cook and our cook meet at the market. She talks about you." He looked sideways at me. "Do you know much about me?
Lantern-shine, dim but kind— No starkness in darkness— Even I please the eye. Outside, wind and rain, Weather's fitful wax and wane. Tomorrow's sun will reveal What night conceals. All we lack, regret, know, Forgotten in lamp-oil glow.
Encourage children to write their own stories, and then don't rain on their parade. Don't say, 'That's not true.' Applaud flights of fantasy. Help with spelling and grammar, but stand up and cheer the use of imagination.
But my last conscious thought was an image of Prince Char when he'd caught the bridle of Sir Stephan's horse. His face had been close to mine. Two curls had spilled onto his forehead. A few freckles dusted his nose, and his eyes said he was sorry for me to go.