If Life Is A Loom, The Pattern

By All Means," Cried The Bard, His Eyes Lighting Up. "a Fflam To The Rescue! Storm The Castle! Carry It By Assault! Batter Down The Gates!" "there's Not Much Of It Left To Storm," Said Eilonwy. "oh?" Said Fflewddur, With Disappointment. "very Well, We Shall Do The Best We Can.

If Writers Learn More From Their Books Than Do Readers, Perhaps I May Have Begun To Learn.

I Can't Stand People Who Say 'i Told You So.' That's Worse Than Somebody Coming Up And Eating Your Dinner Before You Have A Chance To Sit Down.

-"he Loved Her...it Was Noble Of Him. It Was Beautiful." -"it Was Stupid.

There Is More Honor In A Field Well Plowed Than In A Field Steeped In Blood.