Young Adults That Actually Read Are Reading

And Sin, Young Man, Is When You Treat People Like Things.

Be Careful What You Wish For. You Never Know Who Will Be Listening.

Granny Weatherwax, Who Had Walked Nightly Without Fear In The Bandit-haunted Forests Of The Mountains All Her Life In The Certain Knowledge That The Darkness Held Nothing More Terrible Than She Was.

There's Some Things That You Wouldn't Tackle In A Children's Book Because It Would Be Beyond, Not The Mental Capabilities, But The Experience Of Someone Under The Age Of Say Ten Or Eleven To Encompass. But That Field Is Smaller Than You Might Think. They Can Easily Cope With Death And Things Like That; They Know About It And It's A Subject That Often Preoccupies Them.

People Needed To Believe In Gods, If Only Because It Was So Hard To Believe In People.