Greed Puts Out The Sun.

The Creative Adult Is The Child Who Has Survived.

The Story Is Not In The Plot But In The Telling.

In That Moment Ged Understood The Singing Of The Bird, And The Language Of The Water Falling In The Basin Of The Fountain, And The Shape Of The Clouds, And The Beginning And End Of The Wind That Stirred The Leaves; It Seemed To Him That He Himself Was A Word Spoken By The Sunlight.

It Is Good To Have An End To Journey Towards; But It Is The Journey That Matters, In The End.

True Understanding Is The Spur Of Genius