Everything you look at can become a fairy tale and you can get a story from everything you touch.

The naive was only a part of my fairy tales; humour was the real salt in them.

In the days of Moses and the prophets such a man would have been counted among the wise men of the land; in the Middle Ages he would have been burned at the stake.

At first she was overjoyed that he would be with her, but then she recalled that human people could not live under the water, and he could only visit her father's palace as a dead man.

I only appear to be dead.

Many, many steeples would have to be stacked one on top of another to reach from the bottom to the surface of the sea.

The whole world is a series of miracles, but we're so used to them we call them ordinary things.