It is different for us mortals. We are the ones who become old and grey. We are the ones who become worn at the seams and disappear. But not our dreams. They can live on in other people even after we have gone.

But all fairytales have rules, and perhaps it’s their rules that actually distinguish one fairytale from the other. These rules never need to be understood. They only need to be followed. If not, what they promise won’t come true.

Love, your own witch-daughter, Queen of the Mirror and the Highest Protector of Irony

All beauty that surrounds us must one day perish.

going only part of the way is not the same as going the wrong way

But understanding will always require some effort. You probably wouldn't admire a friend who was good at everything if it cost her no effort.

We do not believe in the notion of God's chosen people. We laugh at this people's fancies and weep over its misdeeds. To act as God's chosen people is not only stupid and arrogant, but a crime against humanity. We call it racism.