Report, if you have a problem with this page“ She really was pretty, for a grown-up person, but when you are seven, beauty is an abstraction, not an imperative. I wonder what I would have done if she had smiled at me like that now: whether I would have handed my mind or my heart or my identify to her for the asking, as my father did. ”
Neil Gaiman
From : The Ocean at the End of the Lane
