Nobody Gets Praised For The Right Reasons.

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.

I Assure You, My Friends, I Am Cone Sold Stober.

Only Thin, Weak Thinkers Despise Fairy Stories. Each One Has A True, Strange Fact Hidden In It, You Know, Which You Can Find If You Look.

Sophie Said A Bad Word. In The Dim Light She Had Stubbed Her Toe On One Of The Many Dusty Bricks Piled Around The Place. Naughty-naughty" Twinkle Said. Oh Shut Up!" Sophie Said , Standing On One Leg To Hold Her Toe. "why Don't You Grow Up?