Her papa called her ‘chiacchere’ because he said she chattered away all day, just like a magpie. He had all sorts of funny names for her: ‘fiorellina’, my little flower; ‘abelie’, which meant honeysuckle; and ‘topolina’, my sweet little mouse. Margherita’s mother only called her ‘piccolina’, my little one, or ‘mia cara Margherita,’ my darling daisy.

— Kate Forsyth

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Had she been broken and healed all awry, like a bone that had not been properly set?

— Kate Forsyth

If you are brave of heart, sharp of wit, strong of spirit and steadfast of purpose, there is nothing you cannot achieve.

— Kate Forsyth

If we want a better world, we must never cease to think about what kind of world we want... and we must not be afraid to do whatever it takes to make the world the way it should be. It is not enough just to talk. We must act!

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The dried yellow petals of St. John’s wort, which Old Marie called ‘chase-devil’ for the way it could drive the megrims away. Gaudy calendula, bright as the sun. Sweet-smelling lemon balm, guaranteed to lift the spirits with its aroma alone.

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The whole reason for telling the fairy tales is to awaken the heart. To help people believe that misfortune can be overcome and evil conquered.

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Dortchen was called the wild one because one day, when she was seven years old, she had got lost in the forest. She had wandered off to a far-distant glade where a willow tree trailed its branches in a pool of water. Dortchen crept within the shadowy tent of its branches and found a green palace. She wove herself a crown of willow tendrils and collected pebbles and flowers to be her jewels. At last, worn out, she lay down on a velvet bed of moss and fell asleep.

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Margherita stared at the mask. It was painted bright yellow and marked with little copper-colored circles to suggest florets. White petals streaked with gold radiated out in all directions. Long golden eyelashes fringed the eye slits, and the mouth was painted as a big happy smile. ‘La sua bella,’ she whispered, her lisp more pronounced than ever.

— Kate Forsyth

I have been fascinated with fairy tales ever since I was first given a red leather-bound copy of Grimm’s Fairy Tales when I was just seven years old. Of all the stories of beauty and peril and adventure within its pages, it was the story of ‘Rapunzel’ that resonated with me most powerfully.

— Kate Forsyth

Fairy tales... give us hope that we can somehow be saved, rescued, healed. Transformed in some way for the better. As we travel with the fairy tale protagonist through the dark and dangerous forest, as we suffer with them and triumph with them, we follow them back into the brightness of a world renewed. Fairy tales are an instruction manual for psychological healing.

— Kate Forsyth

I stood in a clearing among a stand of beech trees, leaves as red as rubies, branches black as jet. It was sunset, and shafts of richly colored sunlight struck through the delicate pillars of the tree trunks, as if through the lancet windows of a cathedral.

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Farfallina, bella e bianca, vola vola, mai si stanca, gira qua, e gira la- poi si resta sopra un fiore, e poi si resta sopra un fiore... Butterfly, beautiful and white, fly and fly, never get tired, turn here and turn there- she rests upon a flower... and she rests upon a flower.

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I wanted to rest my eyes on green meadows. I wanted to sit on green grass under the shade of a green tree. I wanted to eat cool green salads. I longed for arugula tossed with olive oil and parmesan, for asparagus tips dripping with melted butter, for a salad of sweet and bitter green leaves. Most of all, I longed for fish and parsley soup.

— Kate Forsyth

Her papa called her ‘chiacchere’ because he said she chattered away all day, just like a magpie. He had all sorts of funny names for her: ‘fiorellina’, my little flower; ‘abelie’, which meant honeysuckle; and ‘topolina’, my sweet little mouse. Margherita’s mother only called her ‘piccolina’, my little one, or ‘mia cara Margherita,’ my darling daisy.

— Kate Forsyth

Autumn into winter was called Shadowfest, and was the night to predict the future and communicate with the dead. Winter into spring was called the Feast of the Wolf, and was a time to celebrate and make love. Spring into summer was called Lady’s Day, and was a time to be handfasted and to dance about the maypole. Summer into autumn was called Cornucopia, when we celebrated the harvest and and enjoyed the fruits of the earth.

— Kate Forsyth

I have always had a deep love of fairytales and fairytale retellings. As well as the power to enchant and entertain, I believe that the old wonder tales can help us work through the deep internal conflicts that beset us all as we grow to adulthood.

— Kate Forsyth

Fairy tales are not just for children. They are for all humans, having the power to help us change not only ourselves but, indeed, the whole world.

— Kate Forsyth

Fairytales work on two levels. On a conscious level, they are stories of true love and triumph and overcoming difficult odds and so are pleasurable to read. But they work on a deeper and symbolic level in that they play out our universal psychological dramas and hidden desires and fears.

— Kate Forsyth

As I grew up, I read and loved many fairy-tale retellings and began to think about writing my own reimagining of ‘Rapunzel.

— Kate Forsyth

Stories cannot exist without a storyteller.

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Margherita’s father always said a person only truly revealed themselves when in disguise.

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