You have to eat oatmeal or you’ll dry up. Anybody knows that.

In each of us lies sleeping beauty, wasted potential, dying dreams. We sleep and live in dormant twilight, never knowing what it means to live, to love the bits of heaven that we can unearth deep in our hearts; not recognizing that our salvation is ever-present in those parts that we have disowned, denied, forgotten. The thorns of fear thwart faint attempt. The prince is courage, the kiss believing and then with these our life begins.

I am Eloise. I am six. I live at the Plaza hotel.

And charge it please.

Think pink. A better way of life.

Getting bored is not allowed.

I am Eloise. I am six. I am a city child. I live at The Plaza.

You have to eat oatmeal or you'll dry up. Anybody knows that.