Every day we make the whole world new... Or else grow old.

There's a certain degree of disillusionment and disenchantment with how things stand today, but there's still a great love of the concept.

There are too many other inexplicable things around us--horrors, threats, mysteries that draw you in and then inevitably disenchant you. Back to the predictable and humdrum. The prince is never going to come, everybody knows that; and maybe Sleeping Beauty's dead.

All my misfortunes come of having thought too well of my fellows.

When you once see something as false which you have accepted as true, as natural, as human, then you can never go back to it.

One person's trauma is another's loss of innocence.