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
-Edgar Allen Poe
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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"
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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
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"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
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