“Welcome, my dear,” the old woman croaked, turning just enough that Annie could see her wrinkled cheek and the glint of an eye beneath the concealing cape and hood. “Come in and see what I’m making just for you. See how the thread shines? Go ahead and touch it. Feel how soft it is.”“
You have got to be joking!” said Annie. “I’m not touching that thing!”
The old woman turned toward her, letting her hood fall away. Her wrinkled face was contorted in an angry scowl as she pointed one of her gnarled fingers at Annie and said, “You’re not Princess Gwendolyn! You’re not even beautiful. Why, I have rats in my poison pit that are prettier than you!”

"Du sollst keine Dummheiten machen, bis sie da ist.«
Oh Mann. Nur weil ich einmal eine der Hauptsehenswürdigkeiten Londons abgefackelt hatte, würde ich mir mein Leben lang solche Sprüche anhören müssen.

Without dreams, what use was life?