It Could Reach Up And Grab The

Jump, And You Will Find Out How To Unfold Your Wings As You Fall.

A Day Without Writing Was A Little Death.

Far Away, In The Meadow, Shadows Flickered In The Mirror's Maze, As If Parts Of Someone's Life, Yet Unborn, Were Trapped There, Waiting To Be Lived.

[his] Library Was A Fine Dark Place Bricked With Books, So Anything Could Happen There And Always Did. All You Had To Do Was Pull A Book From The Shelf And Open It And Suddenly The Darkness Was Not So Dark Anymore.

Do What You Love, Don't Do Anything Else.