For Several Days After My First Book

Asleep To Rummage In Their Minds

Tink Was Not All Bad: Or, Rather, She Was All Bad Just Now, But, On The Other Hand, Sometimes She Was All Good. Fairies Have To Be One Thing Or The Other, Because Being So Small They Unfortunately Have Room For One Feeling Only At A Time. They Are, However, Allowed To Change, Only It Must Be A Complete Change.

Dreams Do Come True, If We Only Wish Hard Enough, You Can Have Anything In Life If You Will Sacrifice Everything Else For It.

Years Rolled On Again, And Wendy Had A Daughter. This Ought Not To Be Written In Ink But In A Golden Splash.

We Have A Right To Know The Truth; No Right To Ask Anything Else From God, But The Right To Know That.