Page 11 - Fables volume 2

“And someone always moves and spoils a perfect photograph.”

“So you see,” said Sheila, shrugging her shoulders, “there’s no point in
wanting things to be perfect. They never were, they never are, and they
never will be. In fact, if it’s perfect, it isn’t a thing; and if it’s a thing, it
isn’t perfect. What do you think of that?”