Stories Are Light. Light Is Precious In

But Let's Not Speak Of What Might Have Been. Let Us Speak Instead Of What Is. You Are Whole.

The Way We Started Was, Alison [mcghee] Said, 'tall Girl, Short Girl.' We Had No Plans Beyond That.

There Can Be A Lot Of Longevity In The Repetition Of Things Being Told Again And Again In A Variety Of Ways.

He Was Weeping. Although 'weeping' Really Is To Small A Word For The Activity The Kind Had Undertaken. Tears Were Cascading From His Eyes. A Small Puddle Had Formed At His Feet. I Am Not Exaggerating. The King, It Seemed, Was Intent On Crying Himself A River.

In The Beginning Of The Book, The Miraculous Journey Of Edward Tulane, Edward Is More Enamored Of Himself Than He Is Of Anybody Else. He's A Very Fine Rabbit; He's Been Constructed Incredibly Well, And He Has A Wardrobe Of Amazing Clothing. He's Arrogant, And He Doesn't Care Whether Abilene Loves Him Or Not. As The Journey Progresses, As He Gets Passed From Hand To Hand, He Learns What It Means To Love. He Gets More And More Bedraggled, And His Clothing Is Lost; Yet He Becomes Finer In Soul And Heart Than He Was At The Beginning Of The Journey.