Isn't It Easier To Forgive Than To

The Unfortunate Thing About Working For Yourself Is That You Have The Worst Boss In The World. I Work Every Day Of The Year Except At Christmas, When I Work A Half Day.

But There's A World Beyond What We Can See And Touch, And That World Lives By Its Own Laws. What May Be Impossible In This Very Ordinary World Is Very Possible There, And Sometimes The Boundaries Between The Two Worlds Disappear, And Then Who Can Say What Is Possible And Impossible?

Ce'nedra Returned, Frowning And A Little Angry. "they Won't Give Me Their Eggs, Lady Polgara," She Complained. "they're Sitting One Them." "you Have To Reach Under Them And Take The Eggs, Dear." "won't That Make Them Angry?" "are You Afraid Of A Chicken?

Zakath's Face Grew Thoughtful. "you Know Something, Garion?" He Said. "man Thinks He Owns The World, But We Share It With All Sorts Of Creatures Who Are Indifferent To Our Overlordship. They Have Their Own Societies, And I Supposed Even Their Own Cultures. They Don't Even Pay Attention To Us, Do You?" "only When We Inconvenience Them...it Teaches Us Humility," Garion Agreed.

I Have An Unconscious Burglar Living In My Mind: If I Read Something, It's Mine. I Can Read Middle English Stories, Geoffrey Chaucer Or Sir Thomas Malory, But Once I Start Moving In The Direction Of Contemporary Fantasy, My Mind Begins To Take Over.