Just once, I want to meet the villain in a cheerful, brightly lit room. Possibly one with kittens.

She told the truth as she saw it, and she died for it. I came along for the ride, and I lived. It wasn't worth it. But it was the truth, and it was what had to happen.

Everyone thinks of them in terms of poisoned apples and glass coffins, and forgets that they represent girls who walked into dark forests and remade them into their own reflections.

When you're going to play with dead things, do it during the daylight.

One man's trash is another man's treasure is a third man's raw materials for their planet-buster earthquake machine.

Behold the power of the truth. When people see its shadow on the wall, they don't want to take the time to look away.

Being a King sort of sucks," I said. Quentin wrinkled his nose, "So does your outfit." "Blood is in this season.