I Believe, Sometimes, That The Whole World

I Think For Everybody Reading Can Be A Solace, Illumination, Education.

When I Journal, I Write About Images That I've Seen That I Think Might Make Good Stories. I Write About Things That I Hear That I Think I Can Turn Into A Story. I Write About The Story That I'm Working On And Where I Think It Might Go.

[he] Had The Soul Of A Poet, And Because Of This, He Liked Very Much To Consider Questions That Had No Answers.

But, Reader, There Is No Comfort In The Word "farewell," Even If You Say It In French. "farewell" Is A Word That,in Any Language, Is Full Of Sorrow. It Is A Word That Promises Absolutely Nothing.

In The Beginning Of The Book, The Miraculous Journey Of Edward Tulane, Edward Is More Enamored Of Himself Than He Is Of Anybody Else. He's A Very Fine Rabbit; He's Been Constructed Incredibly Well, And He Has A Wardrobe Of Amazing Clothing. He's Arrogant, And He Doesn't Care Whether Abilene Loves Him Or Not. As The Journey Progresses, As He Gets Passed From Hand To Hand, He Learns What It Means To Love. He Gets More And More Bedraggled, And His Clothing Is Lost; Yet He Becomes Finer In Soul And Heart Than He Was At The Beginning Of The Journey.