The only people out at this hour were ones who couldn't sleep,those haunted by one thing or another:love thwarted, love lost, love thrown away. They were the sort of people who didn't want to be noticed, who wanted to slip through shadows, be alone with their despair.

He wanted pain, I saw that in him, and what a man wants he will often manage to find.

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

What I like about fairy tales is the language and the matter-of-fact way of introducing magic, where it's accepted that a fox could talk or a gate could just appear in a wall. I think fairy tales are so psychological.

Pride is a funny thing; it can make what is truly worthless appear to be a treasure.

I also like the whole idea of fairy tales and folk tales being a woman's domain, considered a lesser domain at the time they were told.

Our rest is formed by our waking life and our waking life is formed by our sorrows.