#tales

Vlad had found himself longing to encounter those of his own kind, to travel to the streets of Elysia-that far away world, but after a while it seemed more of a fairy tale than anything else. Like Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy, only with fangs. ↗

— Heather Brewer

#fairy-tales

That's why crazy people are so dangerous. You think they're nice until they're chaining you up in the garage. ↗

— Michael Buckley

#insanity #kooks #fairy-tales

There once was a woman named Story Easton who couldn't decide if she should kill herself, or eat a double cheeseburger. ↗

— Elizabeth Leiknes

#first-sentence #suicide #first-sentence

Why are so many of us enspelled by myths and folk stories in this modern age? Why do we continue to tell the same old tales, over and over again? I think it's because these stories are not just fantasy. They're about real life. We've all encountered wicked wolves, found fairy godmothers, and faced trial by fire. We've all set off into unknown woods at one point in life or another. We've all had to learn to tell friend from foe and to be kind to crones by the side of the road. . . . ↗

— Terri Windling

#folktales #inspirational #myth #old-tales #power-of-story

There's a long history of anthropomorphic animals in Japanese literature. The so-called 'funny animal scrolls' were the first narratives in Japanese history, and the heroes of many folk tales have animals as their companions. ↗

— Stan Sakai

#companions #first #folk #funny #heroes

The combination of razor-sharp wit (completely real) and his credentials (completely fake) had won them over in the end. ↗

— Priya Ardis

#chick-lit #coming-of-age #e-books #ebooks #fairy-tales

Do people choose the art that inspires them — do they think it over, decide they might prefer the fabulous to the real? For me, it was those early readings of fairy tales that made me who I was as a reader and, later on, as a storyteller. ↗

— Alice Hoffman

#art

But she never could keep it straight. All the letters, the acronyms, the codes, the colors, changing like musical chairs, every week, every month. Games demons play. It meant nothing to her, except in a charming sort of way, as it had when Naganya wanted to play at interrogation, while the rest of them wanted chess. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#soviet-union #change

Now fairy stories are at risk too, like the forests. Padraic Column has suggested that artificial lighting dealt them a mortal wound: when people could read and be productive after dark, something fundamental changed, and there was no longer need or space for the ancient oral tradition. The stories were often confined to books, which makes the text static, and they were handed over to children. ↗

— Sara Maitland

#forest #nature #change

Once upon a time, when men and women hurtled through the air on metal wings, when they wore webbed feet and walked on the bottom of the sea, learning the speech of whales and the songs of the dolphins, when pearly-fleshed and jewelled apparitions of Texan herdsmen and houris shimmered in the dusk on Nicaraguan hillsides, when folk in Norway and Tasmania in dead of winter could dream of fresh strawberries, dates, guavas and passion fruits and find them spread next morning on their tables, there was a woman who was largely irrelevant, and therefore happy. ↗

— A.S. Byatt

#fairy-tales-for-adults #dating