Calendars And Clocks Exist To Measure Time,

One Day, You Don't Feel Like Doing Anything. Nothing Interests You, Everything Bores You. Feel More And More Empty Inside, More And More Dissatisfied With Yourself And The World In General. Then Even That Feeling Wears Off, And You Don't Feel Anything Anymore. You Become Completely Indifferent To What Goes On Around You... You Forget How To Laugh And Cry - You're Cold Inside And Incapable Of Loving Anything Or Anyone... There's No Going Back... The Disease Has A Name. It's Called Deadly Tedium.

Every Real Story Is A Never Ending Story.

If You Stop To Think About It, You’ll Have To Admit That All The Stories In The World Consist Essentially Of Twenty-six Letters. The Letters Are Always The Same, Only The Arrangement Varies. From Letters Words Are Formed, From Words Sentences, From Sentences Chapters, And From Chapters Stories.

There Are Many Kinds Of Joy, But They All Lead To One: The Joy To Be Loved.

He Had Been Through A Good Deal In The Course Of The Great Quest — He Had Seen Beautiful Things And Horrible Things — But Up Until Now He Had Not Known That One And The Same Creature Can Be Both, That Beauty Can Be Terrifying.