...fairy tales, just a fancy word for lies...

Fairy tales are such evil stories for young children. Every time I'm in a mess I expect a long-haired posh-speaking man to come trotting into my life (on a horse of course, literally trotting himself...) Then you realize you don't want a long-haired posh-speaking man trotting into your life because he's the one who put you in the bloody mess in the first place.

what a luxury it was for people to hold their loved ones whenever they wanted

Memories were fine but you couldn't touch them, smell them or hold them. They were never exactly as the moment was, and they faded with time.

She was so lovely, it hurt his chest to gaze at her, especially knowing she was courageous and clever too.

If you die fighting, I want to die fighting with you.