Mermaids Have No Tears, And So They

The Naive Was Only A Part Of My Fairy Tales; Humour Was The Real Salt In Them.

When The Bird Of The Heart Begins To Sing, Too Often Will Reason Stop Up Her Ears.

It Is Out Of Reality That The Most Peculiar Tale Of All Is Born ... Some Call Me The Elder Granny, Others - The Dryad, But My Real Name Is Memory. It Is I Who Sits On A Tree That Keeps On Growing, And Growing, It Is I Who Reminisces And Tells Stories.

‎"does All The Beauty Of The World Stop When You Die?" "no," Said The Old Oak; "it Will Last Much Longer - Longer Than I Can Even Think Of." "well, Then," Said The Little May-fly, "we Have The Same Time To Live; Only We Reckon Differently.

A Human Life Is A Story Told By God.