I Am Not A Storyteller . .

You Make A Life Out Of What You Have, Not What You're Missing.

Cassandra Always Hid When She Read, Though She Never Quite Knew Why. It Was As If She Couldn't Shake The Guilty Suspicion That She Was Being Lazy, That Surrendering Herself So Completely To Something So Enjoyable Must Surely Be Wrong. But Surrender She Did. Let Herself Drop Through The Rabbit Hole And Into A Tale Of Magic And Mystery.

I Want To Be Independent. To Meet Interesting People. ... I Just Mean New People With Clever Things To Say. Things I've Never Heard Before. I Want To Be Free. Open To Whatever Adventure Comes Along And Sweeps Me Off My Feet.

Percy Climbed The First Step, Then The Next, Remembering The Thousands Of Times She'd Run Through The Door, In A Hurry To Get To The Future, To Whatever Was Coming Next, To This Moment.

It's A Terrible Thing, Isn't It, The Way We Throw People Away?