Everything, As You Well Know . .

I Like To Think Of Myself As A Storyteller.

The Miraculous Journey Of Edward Tulane Began With A Friend Giving Me A Rabbit Doll - Forgive Me, Edward, For Using That Word; He Doesn't Like "doll" - For Christmas. I Said, "oh, He's Lovely, What's His Name?" And She Said, "edward." And A Few Days After I Received The Rabbit, Who Was Dressed Very Handsomely In Edwardian Kind Of Clothes, I Saw Him Stripped Of His Finery And Face Down On The Bottom Of The Ocean Floor. Why? I Don't Know. But That's Where His Story Began In My Head.

Reader, You May Ask This Queston. In Fact, You Must Ask This Question. Is It Ridiculous For A Very Small, Sickly, Big-eared Mouse To Fall In Love With A Beautiful Princess Named Pea? The Answer Is... Yes. Of Course It's Ridiculous. Love Is Ridiculous. But Love Is Also Wonderful. And Powerful.

There Ain't A Body, Be It Mouse Or Man, That Ain't Made Better By A Little Soup.

Life Was So Short; So Many Beautiful Things Slipped Away.