That's the way love sounds, my mother told me. You think it should feel like honey, but instead it cuts like a knife.

Fairytales were maps formed of blood and hair and bones; they were the knots of the sub-conscious unwound. Every word in every tale was real and as true as apples and stones. They all led to the story inside the story.

The adults don't know what's happening on the kids' universe and the kids don't know what's happening on the adults' universe

How could I have been so stupid to ignore everything I’d had in my life? The color red alone was worth kingdoms.

Unrequited love is so boring. Weeping under a blue-black sky is for suckers or maniacs.

Some stories stayed with you even when you wanted to forget them.

I don't think I make much of a distinction between the 'real' and the 'fantastic.' They both seem to be threads in the same cloth as far as I'm concerned.