I Wish I Had More Time To

How Fast The Ears Learned To Tell What Sounds Meant, Much Faster Than It Took The Eyes To Decipher Written Words.

Perhaps Because This Time Not Fear But Love Made Him Read.

Because By Now Elinor Had Understood This, Too: A Longing For Books Was Nothing Compared With What You Could Feel For Human Beings. The Books Told You About That Feeling. The Books Spoke Of Love, And It Was Wonderful To Listen To Them, But They Were No Substitute For Love Itself. They Couldn't Kiss Her Like Meggie, They Couldn't Hug Her Like Resa, They Couldn't Laugh Like Mortimer. Poor Books, Poor Elinor.

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.

He Flung His Arms Around Her Neck, But Only Once He Saw Silvertoungue's Back Was Turned. He Never Knew With Fathers. "i'll Save Him, Meggie!" He Wispered In Her Ear. "i'll Bring Dustfinger Back. This Story Will Have A Happy Ending.i Swear!