I Studied The Cello For A Long

Supposedly I've Got Traces Of An English Accent, Though I Can't Hear It. I Must Have Inherited It From My Mother, Who's English, And Then I Think It Was Exacerbated By The Fact That I Live With An Australian.

As A Teenager In Brooklyn Quentin Had Often Imagined Himself Engaged In Martial Heroics, But After This He Knew, As A Cold Immutable Fact, That He Would Do Anything Necessary, Sacrificing Whatever Or Whomever He Had To, To Avoid Risking Exposure To Physical Violence. Shame Never Came Into It. He Embraced His New Identity As A Coward. He Would Run In The Other Direction. He Would Lie Down And Cry And Put His Arms Over His Head Or Play Dead. It Didn't Matter What He Had To Do, He Would Do It And Be Glad.

I Loved Fantasy, But I Particularly Loved The Stories In Which Somebody Got Out Of Where They Were And Into Somewhere Better - As In The Chronicles Of Narnia, The Wizard Of Oz, The Phantom Tollbooth, The Dungeons & Dragons Cartoon.

Oddly, The Meanings Of Books Are Defined For Me Much More By Their Beginnings And Middles Than They Are By Their Endings.

You're Saying The Gods Don't Have Free Will." "the Power To Make Mistakes," Penny Said. "only We Have That. Mortals