Is It True, The World Works Hard

Kerosene," He Said, Because The Silence Had Lengthened, "is Nothing But Perfume To Me.

The Magic Is Only In What Books Say, How They Stitched The Patches Of The Universe Together Into One Garment For Us.

A Book Is A Loaded Gun.

Friendship Is An Island That You Retreat To And You All Fall On The Floor And Laugh At All The Other Ninnies That Don't Have Enough Brains To Have Your Good Taste.

Beware The Autumn People