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Rapunzell's Fantasy Quotes

"Possible, but not interesting ... You'll reply that reality hasn't the least obligation to be interesting. And I'll answer you that reality may avoid that obligation but that hypotheses may not." - Borges

Some things you have to believe to see -- Anonymous

"The unicorns were the most recognisable magic the fairies possessed, and they sent them to those worlds where belief in the magic was in danger of failing altogether. After all there has to be some belief in magic - however small - for any world to survive". (Terry Brooks, The Black Unicorn)

"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you would not have come here." -Lewis Carrol

All that we see of seem, is but a dream within a dream. -Edgar Allen Poe

The creatures time forgot,
The ones God left behind.
They bring your dreams at night
And in the day they haunt your mind.
They're waiting in a place,
A place you cannot find.
A place that's in your future
Yet a place you left behind.
Katie Hallahan, "Unicorns on Chronus"

This is the creature there has never been. They never knew it, and yet, none the less, they loved the way it moved, its suppleness, its neck, its very gaze, mild and serene. Not there, because they loved it, it behaved as though it were. They always left some space. And in that clear unpeopled space they saved, it lightly reared its head, with scarce a trace of not being there. They fed it, not with corn, but only with the possibility of being. And that was able to confer such strength, its brow put forth a horn. One horn. Whitely it stole up to a maid - to be within the silver mirror and in her. -- Ranier Maria Rilke, The Possibility of Being

"If you should walk and wind and wander far enough on one of those afternoons in April when smoke goes down instead of up, and nearby things sound far awayand far things near, you are more than likely to come at last to the enchanted forest that lies between the Moonstone Mines and Centaurs Mountain. You'll know the woods when you are still a long way off by virtue of a fragrance you can never quite forget and never quite remember. And there'll be a distant bell that causes boys to run and laugh and girls to stand and tremble. If you pluck one of the ten thousand toadstools that grow in the emerald grass at the edge of the wonderful woods, it will feel as heavy as a hammer in your hand, but if you let it go it will sail away over the trees like a tiny parachute, trailing black and purple stars." -James Thurber's The White Deer