The Night Belongs To Beasts Of Prey,

Let's Be Off Before He Gets His Great Horsey Teeth Into My Poor Lines Of Verse!

My Dear Elinor, You Were Obviously Born Into The Wrong Story,” Said Dustfinger At Last.

Thats Beautiful! Sad And Beautiful," Murmured Meggie. Why Were Sad Stories Often So Beautiful? It Was Different In Real Life.

Words Were Useless. At Times, They Might Sound Wonderful, But They Let You Down The Moment You Really Needed Them. You Could Never Find The Right Words, Never, And Where Would You Look For Them? The Heart Is As Silent As A Fish, However Much The Tongue Tries To Give It A Voice.

The Night Swallowed Him Up Like A Thieving Fox.