There Is Very Seldom Any True Secret.

Nothing Is Safe From You. If I Were To Court A Girl Who Lived On An Iceberg In The Middle Of The Ocean, Sooner Or Later— Probably Sooner— I’d Look Up To See You Swooping Overhead On A Broomstick. In Fact, By Now I’d Be Disappointed In You If I Didn’t See You.” “are You Off To The Iceberg Today?” Sophie Retorted.

It Does Seem That A Fantasy, Working Out In Its Own Terms, Stretching You Beyond The Normal Concerns Of Your Own Life, Gains You A Peculiar Charge Of Energy Which Inexplicably Enriches You. At Least, This Is My Ideal Of A Fantasy, And I Am Always Trying To Write It.

Go To Bed, You Fool," Calcifer Said Sleepily. "you're Drunk." "who, Me?" Said Howl. "i Assure You, My Friends, I Am Cone Sold Stober." He Got Up And Stalked Upstairs, Feeling For The Wall As If He Thought It Might Escape Him Unless He Kept In Touch With It. His Bedroom Door Did Escape Him.

It Does Not Seem To Me That I Have The Right To Foist A Story On People, Most Of Whom Are Children Who Should Be Learning All The Time, Unless I Am Learning From It Too.

I Assure You, My Friends, I Am Cone Sold Stober.