Hope. Nothing Is More Intoxicating.

Yes, I Do Enjoy Walking At Night. The World’s More To My Liking Then, Not So Loud, Not So Fast, Not So Crowded, And A Good Deal More Mysterious.

Perhaps There's Another, Much Larger Story Behind The Printed One, A Story That Changes Just As Our Own World Does. And The Letters On The Page Tell Us Only As Much As We'd See Peering Through A Keyhole. Perhaps The Story In The Book Is Just The Lid On A Pan: It Always Stays The Same, But Underneath There's A Whole World That Goes On - Developing And Changing Like Our Own World.

I Just Did A Picture Book Called The Wildest Brother On Earth, And You Will Find Both Of My Children In There.

The Night Swallowed Him Up Like A Thieving Fox.

Dustfinger Closed His Eyes And Listened. He Was Home Again.