fairy-tales

He looks up at me with watery eyes and asks, "How can you, of all people, say everything will be all right?"He has a point. I consider my answer. "Well, it's better than saying 'Keep on crying, I'm sure things will just get worse,' right?

Nowhere hidden has ever turned away a goodheart guest.

He rarely saw a doorway without advancing through it as if he owned it. Since he owned a good many doorways, he would have pointed out that this was a reasonable assumption.

Fantasy is a natural human activity. It certainly does not destroy or even insult Reason; and it does not either blunt the appetite for, nor obscure the perception of scientific verity. On the contrary. The keener and the clearer is the reason, the better fantasy will it make. If men were ever in a state in which which they did not want to know or could not perceive truth (facts or evidence), then Fantasy would languish until they were cured. If they ever get into that state it would not seem at all impossible/ Fantasy will perish and become Morbid Delusion.

I believe that our lives, just like fairy tales - the stories that have been written by us humans, through our own experiences of living - will always have a Hero and a Heroine, a Fairy Godmother and a Wicked Witch.

The fairy tale is in a perpetual state of becoming and alteration. To keep to one version or one translation alone is to put robin redbreast in a cage.

There were lots of things in this lifetime that I'd doubted, precious little I'd known for sure. But in that moment, I knew I would save her, or die trying.

If you cannot see the fineness in my Hammer, you'd best look at him with better eyes.

And, they would still be alive today...If they hadn't died, that is

To be the object of desire is to be defined in the passive case.To exist in the passive case is to die in the passive case _ that is, to be killed.This is the moral of the fairy tale about the perfect woman.

Yes sir, the fish was left in place of the crystal ball. It's been bagged and tagged for analysis.__reat. Now we have another red herring on our hands.

It was our passion for words and our ardent desire to write that drew me and Michael together, and the same that drove us apart.Michael wanted to be a great playwright, like the former master Molière. He had high ambitions and scorned what I wrote as frivolous and feminine.__ll these disguises and duels and abductions,_ he said contemptuously, one day a year or so after our affair began, slapping down the pile of paper covered with my sprawling handwriting. __ll these desperate love affairs. And you wish me to take you seriously.___ like disguises and duels._ I sat bolt upright on the edge of my bed. __etter than those dreary boring plays you write. At least something happens in my stories.___t least my plays are about something.___y stories are about something too. Just because they aren__ boring doesn__ mean they aren__ worthy.___hat are they about? Love_ He clasped his hands together near his ear and fluttered his eyelashes.___es, love. What__ wrong with writing about love? Everyone longs for love.___ren__ there enough love stories in the world without adding to them?__sn__ there enough misery and tragedy?__ichael snorted with contempt.__hat__ wrong with wanting to be happy?__t__ sugary and sentimental.___ugary? I__ not sugary._ I was so angry that I hurled my shoes at his head.

The more one knows fairy tales the less fantastical they appear; they can be vehicles of the grimmest realism, expressing hope against all the odds with gritted teeth.

...she has been bewitched by a wicked sorceress, and will not regain her beauty until she is my wife.''Does she say so? Well if you believe that you may drink cold water and think it bacon'.

Once upon a time there was a great queen who, having given birth to twin daughters, invited twelve fairies who lived nearby to come and bestow gifts upon them, as was the custom in those days. Indeed, it was a very useful custom, for the power of the fairies generally compensated for the deficiencies of nature. Sometimes, however, they also spoiled what nature had done its best to make perfect, as we shall soon see.("Green Serpent")

I'm here because all fairy tales take place in the woods, King Cole, even those that don't.

I shook my head. __ thought you had a __o princesses_ rule.___ules are made to be broken,_ said Grimm.Ari sat back in the chair, her eyes closed.__f course, young lady, there__ the matter of how we sign our contracts.___ot gonna happen._ Ari threw a pen at the mirror for emphasis.

the association of children and fairy-stories is an accident of our domestic history. Fairy-stories have in the modern lettered world been relegated to the __ursery,_ as shabby or old-fashioned furniture is relegated to the play-room, primarily because the adults do not want it, and do not mind if it is misused.