And don’t you expect to get married? Do you intend to be an old maid?” demanded her mother, in the bonds of the superstitions women have so long been under to effect that every woman must wish to get married for no other purpose than to avoid being an old maid.
"Well, Mamma," said Alma, "I intend being a young one for a few years yet, and then I’ll see. If I meet the right person, all well and good; if not, not. But I shall pick and choose as a man does; I won’t merely be picked and chosen."
"You can’t help yourself; you may be very glad if you are are picked and chosen.”
"What nonsense, Mamma! A girl can get any man she wants if she goes about it the right way. And when my ‘fated fairy prince’ comes along, I shall just simply make furious love to him and grab him. Of course, I shall make a decent pretense of talking in my sleep. I believe it’s done that way more than half the time. The fated fairy prince wouldn’t see the princess nine cases out of ten if she didn’t say something; he would go mooning along after the maids of honor.
“Just remember, Fievel - one man’s sunset is another man’s dawn. I don’t know what’s out there beyond those hills. But if you ride yonder… head up, eyes steady, heart open… I think one day you’ll find that you’re the hero you’ve been looking for.”—Wylie Burp, An American Tale: Fievel Goes West
“Wishing is the beginning of imagination. They practice wishing when they are young things, and then -when they have grown - they have a developed imagination. Which can do some harm - greed, that kind of thing - but more often does them some good. They can imagine that things might be different. Might be other than they seem. Could be better.”—Gregory Macguire