A Horse Is Wonderful By Definition.

Obviously It Could Be, Because It Was.

Happy Children Do Not Seem To Grow Up To Be Writers.

At This Slower Pace The Journey Took A Couple Of Days, And I Fought Off A Few Minor Threats Along The Way --griffins, Carnivorous Plants, Giant Serpents, Hostile Centaurs, That Sort Of Thing, Purely Routine --and I Was Beginning To Get Bored When At Last The Dusky Towers Of Castle Roogna Hove Into View.

For Our Stories Are Not Yet Finished, And Perhaps Will Never Be.

Every Person Professes To Love Good And Hate Evil, But In His Actions His Real Preferences Emerges.