Media. I think I have heard of her. Isn't she the one who killed her children?

This is the only country in the world, that worries about what it is. The rest of them know what they are. No one ever needs to go searching for the heart of Norway. Or looks for the soul of Mozambique. They know what they are.

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

You can take for granted that people know more or less what a street, a shop, a beach, a sky, an oak tree look like. Tell them what makes this one different.

Children, as I have said, use back ways and hidden paths, while adults take roads and official paths.

Different people remember things differently, and you'll not get any two people to remember anything the same, whether they were there or not.

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