“Is it…Richard Frederic?“ "No, and I am not going to–” “Russell Francis?” “No. You’re being–” “Rumpelstiltskin Finnegan?” Jackaby sighed. “Yes, Miss Rook. Rumpelstiltskin. You’ve found me out. I am the devious imp of the fairy tales.”
Alex: No. Not only do I not believe in them, It’s not even a nice idea.
Danny: Not a nice idea?
Alex: That there’s only one other person out there for you. What are the odds this person would be in the same country, or the same city, that their paths would even cross? It would mean almost everyone in the world is with the wrong person.
Bits of it are all there intact. And other bits, it’s like I’ve never seen them before. My wife made a very good analogy, that it’s like stripping wallpaper. Some bits just come off in a wonderful sort of pass, they just fall off the wall. And other bits, you have to pick away at for days.
I think it has been conditioned into peoples’ minds that shyness somehow means that a person will be cowering away in a corner half the time or something. And that doesn’t tend to be true. I think where the problem begins really is that people don’t understand what shyness is. Shyness is when a person is not confident in how they speak. That doesn’t necessarily mean that that lack of confidence in one area of their lives translates in any other particular area.