Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale.

Eighty percent of our criminals come from unsympathetic homes.

Most of the people who will walk after me will be children, so make the beat keep time with short steps.

Now, if we only had as many casks of butter as there are people here, then I would eat lots of butter!

It is out of reality that the most peculiar tale of all is born ... Some call me the Elder Granny, others - the Dryad, but my real name is Memory. It is I who sits on a tree that keeps on growing, and growing, it is I who reminisces and tells stories.

But shouldn't all of us on earth give the best we have to others and offer whatever is in our power?

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