“I hope that you never will, but, since you’re a person, and therefore prone to making horrible, soul-splitting mistakes”

When you do what you want, not what you wish…’ said the first raven. ‘When you no longer seek your reflection in others’ eyes…’ said the second.

You probably will one day know what this kind of guilt and shame feels like. And when that time comes, I hope you have the strength…to take advantage of the fire and reshape your own sword.

Once upon a time, fairy tales were AWESOME!

Home is where you can be yourself.

So thirsty,” Jack groaned. “So worried,”said the frog. I hope we don’t starve to death.” “Yes,”said Jill, “not starving to death would be nice.”

“I dont know. You just can’t.” “Oh.” This is, of course, the kind of inane conversation that occurs when people are slowly losing their minds.

But beware, dear reader. For we go out into the wide, wild world, looking to change, looking to grow, looking for wisdom. But wisdom is hard to come by, and once achieved, it is very easily lost.

You see, Hansel and Gretel don’t just show up at the end of this story. They show up. And then they get their heads cut off. Just thought you’d like to know.

There is this weird thing that happens, when you stop worrying so much about what other people think of you…you suddenly start seeing what you think of you.

“So would not thirsting to death,” said Jack “Thirsting isn’t even a word,” said Jill “It isn’t?” “No.” “Then what’s the word?”

You see, to find the brightest wisdom one must pass through the darkest zones. And through the darkest zones there can be no guide. No guide, that is, but courage

When you see yourselves face to face…’ said the third. ‘Then,’ the ravens intoned in unison, ‘you will have found what you truly seek.

The oven became hotter and hotter, and Hansel began to sweat. Then a delicious smell wafted to his nostrils. Oh no! he thought. I’m cooking! He sniffed at the air. And I smell delicious!

There is a certain kind of pain that can change you. Even the strongest sword, when placed in a raging fire, will soften and bend and change its form..

Especially when one is leaving the wide, wild world – and returning to the place you once fled.

Maybe I’ve been wanting the wrong things.

For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.

One is left with the horrible feeling now that war settles nothing; that to win a war is as disastrous as to lose one.

To live by medicine is to live horribly.

Ugliness without tact is horrible.

It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.

But, outside of being a sweet little girl, she was awfully dumb and capable of doing horrible things.

The more you can escape from how horrible things really are, the less it’s going to bother you and then, the worse things get.

A lot of horrible, unfair, untrue things have been said about me. I can only say that the best revenge is a success.