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I Think The Act Of Reading Imbues The Reader With A Sensitivity Toward The Outside World That People Who Don't Read Can Sometimes Lack. I Know It Seems Like A Contradiction In Terms; After All Reading Is Such A Solitary, Internalizing Act That It Appears To Represent A Disengagement From Day-to-day Life. But Reading, And Particularly The Reading Of Fiction, Encourages Us To View The World In New And Challenging Ways...it Allows Us To Inhabit The Consciousness Of Another Which Is A Precursor To Empathy, And Empathy Is, For Me, One Of The Marks Of A Decent Human Being.

I Am Sorry," I Whispered. "i Am Sorry For All Of The Ways That I Failed You. I Am Sorry That I Was Not There To Save You, Or To Die Alongside You. I Am Sorry That I Have Kept You With Me For So Long, Trapped In My Heart, Bound In Sorrow And Remorse. I Forgive You Too. I Forgive You For Leaving Me, And I Forgive You For Returning. I Forgive You Your Anger, And Your Grief. Let This Be An End To It.

Once Upon A Time – For That Is How All Stories Should Begin – There Was A Boy Who Lost His Mother.

They Were On The Side Of The Angels, Even If The Angels Weren't Entirely Sure That This Was A Good Thing.

Luck Ran Out, But Smart Was For Life.