I regard the brain as a computer which will stop working when its components fail. There is no heaven or afterlife for broken down computers; that is a fairy story for people afraid of the dark.
I suppose if you look back to your early childhood you accept everything people tell you, and that includes a heavy dose of irrationality - you're told about tooth fairies and Father Christmas and things.
As much as I'd like to meet the tooth fairy on an evening walk, I don't really believe it can happen.
I was born an only child in Vienna, Austria. My father found hours to sit by me by the library fire and tell fairy stories.
The same that oft-times hath charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam of perilous seas, in fairy lands forlorn.
Dracula: Absinthe is the aphrodisiac of the self. The green fairy who lives in the absinthe wants your soul. But you are safe with me.
Landlady: You may know kung fu... but you're still a fairy.
Barry the Baptist: Fucking northern monkeys! Lenny: I hate these fucking southern fairies!
Stepmother: She treats me like a wicked stepmother in a fairy story, no matter what I say.
The land of fairy, where nobody gets old and godly and grave, where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue
Dare to live the fairytale.
Now, then, that is the tale. Some of it is true.
History is nothing if not an epic tale of missed opportunities.
A tale spinner's goal is entertainment.
Two uniformed trolls were standing in front of Sergeant Colon's high desk, with a slightly smaller troll between them. This troll was wearing a slightly downcast expression. It was also wearing a tutu and had a small pair of gauzed wings glued to its...
It must not be thought, however, that in pagan Ireland Fairyland was altogether conceived as a Hades or place of the dead. We have already seen that in some of its types and aspects it was inherently nothing of the sort; as when, for example, it came...
It may be laid down as a general rule that if a man begins to sing, no one will take any notice of his song except his fellow human beings. This is true even if his song is surpassingly beautiful. Other men may be in raptures at his skill, but the re...
It is the tale, not he who tells it.
Reality is messy, but fairytale is clean
He beheld in swift succession the incidents in the brief tale of his experience. His wretched home, his still more wretched school-days, the years of vicious life he had led since then, one act of selfish dishonour leading to another; it was all clea...
Just because you believe in fairies doesn't mean you have to believe everything they say! -Petra Godfellow
