I Assure You, My Friends, I Am

I Don’t Think I Will Get Married,” Polly Said As She Stood Up. “i’m Going To Train To Be A Hero Instead.

It Does Seem That A Fantasy, Working Out In Its Own Terms, Stretching You Beyond The Normal Concerns Of Your Own Life, Gains You A Peculiar Charge Of Energy Which Inexplicably Enriches You. At Least, This Is My Ideal Of A Fantasy, And I Am Always Trying To Write It.

Hope Is The Forward-looking Part Of Memory.

Goats," Said Maxwell Hyde, "are A Special Case. Mad As Hatters, All Of Them.

...if The Spell Was Off, I’d Have My Heart Eaten Before I Could Turn Around.” “don’t You Want Your Heart Eaten?” Asked The Fire. [...] “naturally I Don’t,” Sophie Answered.