The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun always longs for something dark and deep.

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.

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

Every time someone forgets, someone else disappears,' my brother wrote.

The sisters were glad to be together. They had the easy sort of relationship where they didn't have to speak to be understood.

But what we are given is taken as well, so that we know God's glory comes to us from His will alone.

She was disappearing a little more each day, so thin, so frail, a wisp of smoke. One day she would surely vanish altogether, and there was no way to stop her.