"Fairy tales and kingdoms become a land of personal escape. Yes, reality bites but as we grow old, we are forced to bite back. She might become the Damsel Stressed while he becomes the Knight in a red Ferrari.”

"A fairy tale is a land of personal escape. Reality bites but we are forced to bite back or else we become the damsel in eternal distress.

To me, a fairy tale seems to have become reality.

Truth hurts but rubbing it further would make me bleed from too much reality. It might kill me.

Faërie contains many things besides elves and fays, and besides dwarfs, witches, trolls, giants, or dragons; it holds the seas, the sun, the moon, the sky; and the earth, and all things that are in it: tree and bird, water and stone, wine and bread, and ourselves, mortal men, when we are enchanted.

And the marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart