John Milton Quotes

I believe in elves and giants. I believe that fairy tales are nothing more than news reports of what once happened.

Dreaming is to think by moonlight by the light of an inner moon.

I was always fascinated by fairy stories, fantasy, you know, demons, necromancers, gods and goddesses, everything that is out of our kin and out of our everyday world. I was always interested in enchantment and magicians and still am.

Let us proceed under the assumption that the fairy folk do exist, and that I am not a gibbering moron.

The tales of Elfland do not stand or fall on their actuality but on their truthfulness, their speaking to the human condition, the longings we all have for the Faerie Other.

It's cool to play a vampire.

There is something haunting in the light of the moon.

Say, it's only a paper moon, / Sailing over a cardboard sea.

[Tyson] looked him over with that massive baby-brown eye. “You are not dead. I like it when you are not dead.” Ella fluttered to the ground and began preening her feathers. “Ella found a dog,” she announced. “A large dog. And a Cyclops.” Was she blushing? Before Percy could decide, his black mastiff pounced on him, knocking Percy to the ground and barking so loudly that even Arion backed up. “Hey, Mrs. O'Leary,” Percy said. “Yeah, I love you, too, girl. Good dog.” Hazel squeaked. “You have a hellhound named Mrs. O'Leary?” “Long story.

It is frightfully difficult to know much about the fairies, and almost the only thing for certain is that there are fairies wherever there are children.

She devoured stories with rapacious greed, ranks of black marks on white, sorting themselves into mountains and trees, stars, moons and suns, dragons, dwarfs, and forests containing wolves, foxes and the dark.

He grinned. “That’s because pixies are ever-after. We’re magic, baby. Just ask Matalina.

There was a sliver of moon and a splash of stars, and the light outlined her face and glistened on the tears that ran like mercury down her cheeks.

The moon rose, an opalescent goddess tipping light from her harsh maternal scimitar.

She gives the night its dreams.

Demons live in many lands, but particularly in Prussia.

Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon

Holding up my purring cat to the moon. I sighed.

The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits;- on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.

Say, it's only a paper moon, Sailing over a cardboard sea, But it wouldn't be make believe, If you believed in me.

...And, all at once, the moon arouse through the thin ghastly mist, And was crimson in color... And they lynx which dwelleth forever in the tomb, came out therefrom. And lay down at the feet of the demon. And looked at him steadily in the face.

In the night the cabbages catch at the moon, the leaves drip silver, the rows of cabbages are a series of little silver waterfalls in the moon.

Overhead, the two moons worked together to bathe the world in a strange light.