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.

Sometimes movies really are the best medicine.

We are only an instant, that's true. But we are eternal.

In a world of sorrow, love was an act of will. All you needed were the right ingredients.

Even in times when it's difficult to figure out, how do you go forward, art - and books - always help

Those you love will not drown or burn. They will fly away.' ...'Now we both have people we love who are like birds. They have flown far from anything in this world that can hurt them. They're flying away still.

The nature of love had totally escaped her until now. She had thought that if you lost it, you could never get it back, like a stone thrown down a well. But it was like the water at the bottom of the well, there when you can't even see it, shifting in the dark.