Nobody can buy a hat without gossiping.

But whoever heard of enchanted bacon anyway?

Look. Survey. Inspect. My hair is ruined! I look like a pan of bacon and eggs!

...if the spell was off, I’d have my heart eaten before I could turn around.” “Don’t you want your heart eaten?” asked the fire. [...] “Naturally I don’t,” Sophie answered.

Goats," said Maxwell Hyde, "are a special case. Mad as hatters, all of them.

To love someone enough to let them go, you had to let them go forever or you did not love them that much.

If you take myth and folklore, and these things that speak in symbols, they can be interpreted in so many ways that although the actual image is clear enough, the interpretation is infinitely blurred, a sort of enormous rainbow of every possible colour you could imagine.