Believe, Believe, Believe

-you Forgot Something Important! -what? -it's Under My Sweater! -what?! -me!

It's A Good Idea To Have Your Own Books With You In A Strange Place

If You Take A Book With You On A Journey," Mo Had Said When He Put The First One In Her Box, "an Odd Thing Happens: The Book Begins Collecting Your Memories. And Forever After You Have Only To Open That Book To Be Back Where You First Read It. It Will All Come Into Your Mind With The Very First Words: The Sights You Saw In That Place, What It Smelled Like, The Ice Cream You Ate While You Were Reading It... Yes, Books Are Like Flypaper—memories Cling To The Printed Page Better Than Anything Else.

Don't Let It Worry You, Not Being Able To Speak,'dustfinger Had Often Told Her. 'people Tend Not To Listen Anyway, Right?

What Was A Slap For Ten Pages Of Escapism, Ten Pages Far From Everything That Made Him Unhappy, Ten Pages Of Real Life Instead Of The Monotony That Other People Called The Real World?