From sentence to sentence, in fairy tales there is no reality that is subordinated to any other. Just as, outside the pages there is no reality.

I love the idea of the vignette, which is associated with the decorative, illustrative, small, and thus with the feminine, and thus easily maligned. I mean, Emily Dickinson wrote vignettes, right?

When humans become gods, when our wings grow so great as to beat about the very edges of the earth, no one can answer but us.

People tend to think of fairy tales as archetypal. They are also extremely sensual, something which translates well over the ages.

Beer bottles, whiskey bottles, brown glass, green. They fell to the lawn and I'd feel serene. Adam was king to my stilted queen.

Fairy tales are the skeletons of story, perhaps. Reading them often provides an uneasy sensation—a gnawing familiarity—that comforting yet supernatural awareness of living inside a story.

Fairy tales represent hundreds of years of stories based on thousands of years of stories told by hundreds, thousands, perhaps even millions of tellers.

Some parents bring their children up and, I suppose, others let them down.

A lady asked Dr. Franklin Well Doctor what have we got a republic or a monarchy - "A republic," replied the Doctor, "if you can keep it."

I am Dracula, and I bid you welcome . . .

What is needed to attain happiness is not a comfortable life, but a heart in love, such as Christ's.

I'm wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.

I had a boyfriend for a long time and I've never really been single as an adult.

If we communicated with something like music, we would never be misunderstood, because there is nothing in music to understand.

No one has the capacity to judge God. We are drops in that limitless ocean of mercy.

Sending you sincere condolences and the wish that the passing of time eases your sorrow.

The sky was a midnight-blue, like warm, deep, blue water, and the moon seemed to lie on it like a water-lily, floating forward with an invisible current.