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.
Some fairy tales do come true, but none ever truly end.
I don’t believe in fairy tales about chakras or energy or the power of belief. There is no such thing as spirit. We are made of matter and nothing more. We are just another tiny, momentary speck within an indifferent universe.
Prison is no fairy-tale world.
I believe in music the way that some people believe in fairy tales.
I’m a scientist, remember? I don’t believe in fairy tales.
I was in love with a man who could never love me back. I was living in a fairy tale.
