“But I felt like I'd made a journey to the land of fairytales only to find out that the magical world was identical to the real one. Even in fairytales, the sun still burns, sand still works its way into your bikini bottoms, and the diner next door to your motel still scorches toast.”

“Your American fairytales end that way.  Real fairytales end in blood or tears.”

“It can be heartbreaking when you find out that your fairytale image of the world doesn't match the reality.”

“It's like the smell of burned toast. You made the toast. You looked forward to it. You even enjoyed making it, but it burned. What were you doing? Was it your fault? It doesn't matter anymore. You open the window, but only the very top layer of the smell goes away. The rest remains around you. It's the walls. You leave the room, but it's on your clothes. You change your clothes, but it's in your hair. It's on the thin skin on the tops of your hand. And in the morning, it's still there.”

“Fairytales can never be compared to real life, but life can sometimes be like a fairytale.”

“Anyone who still wants to experience fairytales these days can’t afford to dither when it comes to using their brains.”