Anyone who still wants to experience fairytales these days can't afford to dither when it comes to using their brains.

We have just begun to navigate a strange region; we must expect to encounter strange adventures, strange perils.

In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.

When we are no longer children we are already dead

The imaginary is not formed in opposition to reality as its denial or compensation; it grows among signs, from book to book, in the interstice of repetitions and commentaries; it is born and takes shape in the interval between books. It is the phenomena of the library.

But if what interests you are stories of the fantastic, I must warn you that this kind of story demands more art and judgment than is ordinarily imagined.