Whosoever counts these Lays as fable, may be assured that I am not of his mind.

My name is Constance Marie, and I am anti-princess.

All that I am, I am because of my mind.

I may be no better, but at least I am different.

I am a glutton for a beautiful hotel. I am so easily smitten by high thread counts.

If one of two lovers is loyal, and the other jealous and false, how may their friendship last, for Love is slain!