Hello, cell. How are you? Still dank and dirty? Me? I’ve taken up a new habit: talking to my cell. It’s like talking to myself but slightly more pathetic.
The baby dove into the room, transforming grotesquely as it landed on the floorin a deft sumersault.
My dad says people who insist that youtrust them usually don’t deserve it.
She refused to think of Neil, brave and quiet, whose reward for a heroic rescue was to be slowly devoured by strange cave balloons.
Agreements. Specifically, a treaty ratified by all the orders of whimsical like forms who dwell here that affords a measure of security for mortal caretakers. In a world where mortal man has become the dominant force, most creatures of enchantment have fled to refuges like this one.
It was one thing to snuggle a little when the world seemed about to end, and quite another to explain to her parents that she wanted to date an ancient magical horse.
The pendulum swings between Light and Darkness.
Do not threaten the supreme gigantic overlords. We do as we please.
Hours of crisis often call for sacrifice. In matters of consequence, when have doubt and fear given the best advice? Why not heed faith, courage, and honor?
Was life like that? You could look ahead to the future or back to the past, but the present moved too quickly to absorb.
Causes have a way of tainting your reason until a person takes much bigger risks than sanity would otherwise allow.
In their youth, mortals behave more like nymphs. Adulthood seems impossibly distant, let alone the enfeeblement of old age. But ponderously, inevitably, it overtakes you.
FABLEHAVEN: None who enter will leave unchanged. Trespassers will be turned to stone.
I guess Smart Seth is glad, he said reluctantly. But be careful. Idiot Seth is the guy to watch out for.
I’ll not have my grandson subjected to the humiliation of his reading becoming public. We have to cope with this disgrace discreetly – Grandma Ruth.
Please don’t assault me with that meat amalgam. It would surely cause infection.
Sometimes the best offense was avoiding self-destruction.
I don’t know how you’re standing here. Yet you haven’t broken. Not where it matters. Having come this far, I’m not sure you can be broken.
Most pleasures are best as a seasoning, not the main course. p. 374.
For each of us destiny is a blend of potential, circumstances, and choices.
After all, as long as you know, why make when you can take?