Fairy Tales always have a happy ending.' That depends... on whether you are Rumpelstiltskin or the Queen.

It is the last thing we learn, / listening to the creature world.

If you love a waist, you waste a love.

Wood may remain twenty years in the water, but it is still not a fish.

A mist. A great mist. It covered the entire kingdom. And everyone in it - the good people and the not so good, the young people and the not-so-young, and even Briar Rose's mother and father fell asleep. Everyone slept: lords and ladies, teacher and tummlers, dogs and doves, rabbits and rabbitzen and all kinds of citizens. So fast asleep they were, they were not able to wake up for a hundred years.

You can only chase a butterfly for so long.

Ideas are the cheapest part of the writing. They are free. The hard part is what you do with ideas you've gathered.