“Cinderella never had it so good. All she got was a lousy coach and breakable shoes.”

“Never look back. If Cinderella went to pick up her shoe, she would not had become a princess ....”

“I'm Cinderella. No, I'm better than Cinderella, because she only got the prince, didn't she? I'm Cinderella with fab teeth and a shit-hot job.”

“After all, what did Prince Charming know about Cinderella besides her shoe size?”

“I'm a typed director. If I made Cinderella, the audience would immediately be looking for a body in the coach.”

“She hasn't been back since, and we have a young per diem substitute who had taught shoes in a vocational high school on her last job. Though her license is English, she had been called to the Shoe Department, where she traced the history of shoes from Cinderella and Puss in Boots through Galsworthy and modern advertising. "Best shoe lesson they ever had," she told me cheerfully. "Until a cop came in, dangling handcuffs: 'Lady, that kid I gotta have.'" To her, Calvin Coolidge is Paradise.”