“Fairytales are bullshit,” I snapped, using the same line as he’d used on me, but I meant it. After an imperfect summer with Zack, with highs and lows and everything in between, I no longer wanted the fairytale. It wasn’t real.”
“You do realize fairytales are bullshit,” he said.”
“Anyone who still wants to experience fairytales these days can’t afford to dither when it comes to using their brains.”
“Your American fairytales end that way. Real fairytales end in blood or tears.”
“The fairytale belongs to the poor. I know of no fairytale which upholds the tyrant or takes the part of the strong against the weak. A fascist fairytale is an absurdity.”
“Fairytales can never be compared to real life, but life can sometimes be like a fairytale.”