I Am Infected With Life And Will

You Have To Be Very Deep To Be Dead, He Thought, And I'm Not. He Began To Have Some Concept Of Forever, And His Mind Shivered As His Body Had When He Had Wakened In The Cold Nights And Thrust His Hands Between His Thighs To Keep Warm. It Will Be A Long Night, He Thought.

All Lives Are Composed Of Two Basic Elements," The Squirrel Said, "purpose And Poetry. By Being Ourselves, Squirrel And Raven, We Fulfill The First Requirement, You In Flight And I In My Tree. But There Is Poetry In The Meanest Of Lives, And If We Leave It Unsought We Leave Ourselves Unrealized. A Life Without Food, Without Shelter, Without Love, A Life Lived In The Rain—this Is Nothing Beside A Life Without Poetry.

I Am No King, And I Am No Lord, And I Am No Soldier At-arms," Said He. "i'm None But A Harper, And A Very Poor Harper, That Am Come Hither To Wed With Ye." "if You Were A Lord, You Should Be My Lord, And The Same If You Were A Thief," Said She. "and If You Are A Harper, You Shall Be My Harper, For It Makes No Matter To Me, To Me, For It Makes No Matter To Me." "but What If It Prove That I Am No Harper? That I Lied For Your Love Most Monstrously?" "why, Then I'll Teach You To Play And Sing, For I Dearly Love A Good Harp," Said She.

Whatever Can Die Is Beautiful — More Beautiful Than A Unicorn, Who Lives Forever, And Who Is The Most Beautiful Creature In The World. Do You Understand Me?

The True Secret In Being A Hero Lies In Knowing The Order Of Things. The Swineherd Cannot Already Be Wed To The Princess When He Embarks On His Adventures, Nor Can The Boy Knock On The Witch's Door When She Is Already Away On Vacation. The Wicked Uncle Cannot Be Found Out And Foiled Before He Does Something Wicked. Things Must Happen When It Is Time For Them To Happen. Quests May Not Simply Be Abandoned; Prophecies May Not Be Left To Rot Like Unpicked Fruit; Unicorns May Go Unrescued For A Very Long Time, But Not Forever. The Happy Ending Cannot Come In The Middle Of The Story.