There is neither magic nor master's eye. Only a great deal of love and a great deal of work. - Jean Cocteau

Living is a horizontal fall.

Youth can only assert itself through the conviction that its ventures surpass all others and resemble nothing.

Children believe what we tell them. They have complete faith in us. They believe that a rose plucked from a garden can plunge a family into conflict. They believe that the hands of a human beast will smoke when he slays a victim, and that this will cause him shame when a young maiden takes up residence in his home. They believe a thousand other simple things.

I ask of you a little of this childlike sympathy and, to bring us luck, let me speak four truly magic words, childhood’s “Open Sesame”:

Once upon a time…