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“The wolf said, "You know, my dear, it isn't safe for a little girl to walk through these woods alone."

Red Riding Hood said, "I find your sexist remark offensive in the extreme, but I will ignore it because of your traditional status as an outcast from society, the stress of which has caused you to develop your own, entirely valid, worldview. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be on my way.”
― James Finn Garner, Politically Correct Bedtime Stories

“The wolf is carnivore incarnate and he's as cunning as he is ferocious; once he's had a taste of flesh then nothing else will do.”
― Angela Carter

“If we wrestle with traumas that do not want to give way and our inner little Red Riding Hood cannot get rid of the wolf's threatening giggles, we must not be afraid of opening ourselves to otherness that can trigger a salutary 'orienting reflex' propelling us into a new thinking pattern. ("Into a new life")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“Crazy loves company, Sir Clay.”
― Marissa Meyer, Winter

“Good for Christmas-time is the ruddy colour of the cloak in which--the tree making a forest of itself for her to trip through, with her basket--Little Red Riding-Hood comes to me one Christmas Eve to give me information of the cruelty and treachery of that dissembling Wolf who ate her grandmother, without making any impression on his appetite, and then ate her, after making that ferocious joke about his teeth. She was my first love. I felt that if I could have married Little Red Riding-Hood, I should have known perfect bliss. But, it was not to be; and there was nothing for it but to look out the Wolf in the Noah's Ark there, and put him late in the procession on the table, as a monster who was to be degraded.”
― Charles Dickens, A Christmas Tree

“Of course you aren't scared of me. I'm not the wolf. You are.”
― Stylo Fantome, The Bad Ones

“Jiminy," says the old woman. The mothballs gleam with excitement and she claps her hands. "A wolf!"
"Gram!" Siobhan glares across the room. She turns to me. "You'll have to excuse her. She's real old. Wasn't a lot integrating between the species back in her day."
I pad over and put out a paw. "Pleased to meet you, madam."
She blushes, the varicose veins in her cheeks swelling with blood. Instead of taking my paw to shake, however, she turns it over as if it's a piece of bruised fruit in a market. "Hmmm..." She pores over my palm, nodding like a fortune-teller. Her spectacles slide comically down the bridge of her nose, and when she looks up at me, her face is full of mock astonishment. "Oh, my! What big teeth you have!" She giggles and kicks her slippered feet.
"Gram!!
The old elf claps her tiny hands. "I always wanted to say that!”
― Robert Paul Weston, Dust City

“What the fuck is legal in this universe? Stars eat each other, wolves eat the pigs, and Grandma fucks over Little Red Riding Hood.”
― Rawi Hage, Carnival

“After a little bit, [the wolf] heard a human voice call out from inside the house, "Little Red Riding Hood, is that you? Have you come to visit your Granny?" But since the wolf didn't speak human, he guessed what the person had said was: "Did I hear something? Is there someone out there who needs to come in, could you scratch louder?" So that's what the wolf did: he scratched louder.”
― Vivian Vande Velde, Cloaked in Red

“Little Red Riding Hood was a good story, but it wasn't interactive. Sooner or later I wanted to say 'no, I may be Red Riding Hood but I don't care about my grandmother; what I want is heroin and only heroin,' whereas the game had only 'over the river and through the woods' to offer me. Which was a good story, it just might not me mine.”
― Austin Grossman, You

“Injustice! The Wolf has never told his side of the story!”
― Ljupka Cvetanova, The New Land

“Never and never, my girl riding far and near
In the land of the hearthstone tales, and spelled asleep,
Fear or believe that the wolf in a sheepwhite hood,
Loping and bleating roughly and blithely shall leap,
My dear, my dear,
Out of a lair in the flocked leaves in the dew dipped year,
To eat your heart in the house in the rosy wood.”
― Dylan Thomas, In Country Sleep, and Other Poems

“She had walked willingly into a fairy tale, into a world where she could trade her heart for her freedom. She may as well have donned a red cloak and strode into a darkened forest. She had always known there would be wolves.”
― Emily Lloyd-Jones, The Hearts We Sold

“That's different," Levi smiled at her warmly. "Ypu don't rock that Little Red Riding Hood vibe. You're scary."
Reagan grinned like the Big Bad Wolf.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl

“She turned to face the door, knowing what she would find instead.

"What big eyes you have," she whispered.

"The better to see through your lies," he said.

"What large hands you have..."

"The better to strangle you with, my dear..."

"What sharp teeth you have..."

"The better to drink your blood with," he said with a laugh. "Is that what you expect me to say? I know this story better than you do. The wolf wins in my version."

She thought of the black wolf she once knew in another life, a black wolf that never willingly left her side. "The wolf wins in mine, too.”
― Angela Panayotopulos, The Wake Up

“Since little-girlhood, we're trained to find the Big Bad Wolf seductive.”
― Gina Barreca, "If You Lean In, Will Men Just Look Down Your Blouse?": Questions and Thoughts for Loud, Smart Women in Turbulent Times

“Our lives are woven together like these threads yet the beauty is fragile.”
― Suzy Davies, The Girl in The Red Cape

“Tell me a story grandma
but this time,
don't let Cinderella marry the prince, please.
Tell me a story grandma,
but this time,
let Red know that the wolf is cunning.”
― Maya Amlin, If I Have A Daughter One Day

“So tell me, little wolf. . . Do you want to punish these who have wronged you?”
― Tayler Marie Brooks, Deadly Delivery

“He lulled me to sleep and kissed my lips. No one knew that the big, bad wolf is a puppy in disguise.”
― Tayler Marie Brooks, Deadly Delivery

“Whoa!"Stella shouted.
Billy ran ahead, released his tether.
"Hike!"
"Let'sGo!"
Cautiously, they continued still deeper into the darkness.
The canopy dripped snow-melt onto them. Stella shivered.
The sleds were silhouettes, the dogs liquid shadows.
"Listen, what was that?”
― Suzy Davies, The Girl in The Red Cape

“So you see? The fairytale got it all wrong, it was not my grandmother who made me the cloak, but it was my mother and I’s own hands that wove together the seams that would forever erase my name from history. Instead, to be known forevermore as—Little Red Riding Hood.”
― Melanie Frome, Little Red & The Wolf: A Fairytale Unleashed