Once upon a time, a man and woman fell in love. But such things cannot last. For the heart is a treacherous thing. And love, love is nothing more than a fairy tale.
Love blinds even the clearest eye.
A delusion starts like any other idea, as an egg. Identical on the outside, perfectly formed. From the shell, you’d never know anything was wrong. It’s what’s inside that matters.
Some fairy tales do come true, but none ever truly end.
Human beings are the only animal that forms ideas about their world. We perceive it not through our bodies but through our minds. We must agree on what is real. Because of this, we are the only animal on Earth that goes mad.
Ask yourself: what’s more terrifying? Fear, or the frightened.
Where the pessimist sees danger hiding behind every back, the optimist sees friendship. Which is why, when we encounter coincidence, we often see conspiracy.
Some evil cannot truly be vanquished.
Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful Queen whose heart was broken in two. But even buried under ice and snow, love survives.
Nothing holds, and all things change, given time. Change does not often announce itself. It does not trumpet its arrival. No, change is emergent. By the time one realizes it has arrived, it has already set its teeth.
Most of the great triumphs and tragedies of history are caused not by people being fundamentally good or fundamentally bad, but by people being fundamentally people.
If the idea of illness can become illness, what else about our reality is actually a disorder?