In the Land of Ire, the belief in fairies, gnomes, ogres and monsters is all but dead; in the Land of Ind, it still flourishes in all the vigour of animism.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The ogres and witches and giants of fairytales stand in as metaphors for those obstacles that we all face in our own lives.
There may be fairies at the bottom of the garden. There is no evidence for it, but you can't prove that there aren't any, so shouldn't we be agnostic with respect to fairies?
One of the best things about folklore and fairy tales is that the best fantasy is what you find right around the corner, in this world. That's where the old stuff came from.
Every place but that in which one is born is equally strange and wondrous. Once beyond the bounds of the city walls, and none knows what may happen. We have stepped forth into the Land of Faerie, but at least we are in the open air.
What I've always loved about faeries is the way that they, unlike so many other supernatural creatures, are not human and have never been human. They have different customs and different taboos, and woe to anyone who breaks them.
I grew up with a lot of fairy tales. And they had an essence of darkness to them.
I believe in the immortality of all creatures.
A safe fairyland is untrue to all worlds.
Every time a child says I don't believe in fairies there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead.
Everytime a child says 'I don't believe in fairies' there is a a little fairy somewhere that falls down dead.