There's nothing for getting you good fast like having to be good fast, if that makes any sense.

Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.

Traveling through the Dragon's Den, it has just been explained that Haroun, the Ifrit, has been caught in a mirror trap. Here is the passage that follows: "So," said Silas. "Now there are only three of us." "And a pig," said Kandar [the mummy] "Why?" Asked Miss Lupescu, with a wolf-tongue, through wolf teeth. "Why the Pig?" "It's lucky," said Kandar. Miss Lupescu growled, unconvinced. "Did Haroun have a pig?" asked Kandar, simply.

You hurt. It's okay. I hurt too. Hold my hand.

Stories are made up by people who make them up. If they work, they get retold. There's the magic of it.

Some things are too big to be seen; some emotions are too huge to be felt.

This is a work of fiction. All the characters in it, human and otherwise, are imaginary, excepting only certain of the fairy folk, whom it might be unwise to offend by casting doubts on their existence. Or lack thereof.