Killing Is Easy," Said Mo, "dying Is

Dustfinger Still Clearly Remembered The Feeling Of Being In Love For The First Time. How Vulnerable His Heart Had Suddenly Been! Such A Trembling, Quivering Thing, Happy And Miserably Unhappy At Once.

How Fast The Ears Learned To Tell What Sounds Meant, Much Faster Than It Took The Eyes To Decipher Written Words.

A Library Book, I Imagine, Is A Happy Book.

And My Father Always Took Me To The Library. We Were Both Book Addicts.

A Book Always Keeps Something Of Its Owner Between Its Pages.