With every step of our lives we enter into the middle of some story which we are certain to misunderstand.

The world is a fairy tale; we are its guardians.

We all live in suspense, from day to day, from hour to hour; in other words, we are the hero of our own story.

The truth is always an abyss. One must — as in a swimming pool — dare to dive from the quivering springboard of trivial everyday experience and sink into the depths, in order to later rise again — laughing and fighting for breath — to the now doubly illuminated surface of things.

We’re built to live simultaneously in love and loss, bitter and sweet.

live in a fictional reality that illuminates our daily reality.

Everything you look at can become a fairy tale and you can get a story from everything you touch.

Here and there and not just in books we catch glimpses of a world of once upon a time and they lived happily ever after, of a world where there is a wizard to give courage and a heart, an angel with a white stone that has written on it our true and secret name, and it is so easy to dismiss it all that it is hardly worth bothering to do. ... But if the world of the fairy tale and our glimpses of it here and there are only a dream, they are one of the most haunting and powerful dreams that the world has ever dreamed...

The way to read a fairy tale is to throw yourself in.