Book: The smile of a Mockingbird

She'd give twenty years of my life to be a witch and be able to curse at people. Better yet, just kill them with my mind. At least one. Only one.

There are no miracles, baby! No Prince in you, of course, will not fall in love a couple of years of pretty girls you turn into a stale girl, and over everything that will kill you neighbor's stable boy in the hay, will abrogated and bear you another one just like the mess the loser, doomed to a broom and a dirty rag. No miracle, Cinderella. And don't ask about it, don't annoy others once again forced to debunk your childhood fantasies. Miracles do not happen - at your age you should know this.

Only young girls can say phrases such delicate voices, that they feel terribly old that they have already seen a lot that they are twenty-one, and therefore whole life behind... It always is funny and a little silly. But when such words are spoken really old people, it's not funny.