I Am Not Wise, But I Can

Oh, Daja," Moaned Jory, "you Sound Just Like My Parents." She Ran From The Schoolroom. "well, There's No Reason To Insult Me, "muttered Daja, Half Offended.

You're An Obnoxious Canker-blossom. Go Ooze Somewhere Else.

He Has Artistry," He Repeated. "because That's What It Takes To Blow Things Up. And Cook His Arm.

A Library Is A Gateway To Others' Minds, Hearts, And Lives.

There Is Power And There Is Power, My Dear. My Power Can Be Vast, In The Right Places.