Settle For What You Can Get, But

Chrestomanci Smiled And Swept Out Of The Room Like A Very Long Procession Of One Person.

Nothing Is Safe From You. If I Were To Court A Girl Who Lived On An Iceberg In The Middle Of The Ocean, Sooner Or Later— Probably Sooner— I’d Look Up To See You Swooping Overhead On A Broomstick. In Fact, By Now I’d Be Disappointed In You If I Didn’t See You.” “are You Off To The Iceberg Today?” Sophie Retorted.

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

...don't Spoil My Learning Process!

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.