“Ah, now, don't cry over lost years and forgetfulness. The tales tell what they can. The rest is for us to learn..”

“I think so. There are so many tales, so strange and beautiful and perfect. They are not what are real, but better. I thought I had something that was magic once, but I lost it, and now I don’t think it was at all.” She touched her chest where the handkerchief had been and frowned. “I wish there was magic. If all the tales were true, then maybe they could tell me what I’m doing, and what I am to do now.”“Ah, now, don’t cry over lost years and forgetfulness. The tales tell what they can. The rest is for us to learn. The question is, are we smart enough to figure for ourselves? Now, that’s what I’d like to know.”

“What they don't know is that I went over the edge years ago, and lived to tell the tale.”

“I tried to smile but feared I would cry. 'I always wondered what it was like to be shot.''Now you've lived to tell the tale.”

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

“Those who can forget the past are way ahead of the rest of us.”