Killing Is Easy," Said Mo, "dying Is

Memories, So Sweet And Bitter.. They Had Both Nourished And Devoured Him For So Many Years. Until A Time Came When They Began To Fade, Turning Faint And Blurred, Only An Ache To Be Quickly Pushed Away Because It Went To Your Heart. For What Was The Use Of Remembering All You Had Lost?

He Wants To Be Grown-up. How Different Dreams Can Be! Nature Will Soon Grant Your Wish.

The Night Belongs To Beasts Of Prey, And Always Has. It's Easy To Forget That When You're Indoors, Protected By Light And Solid Walls.

I Pledge To Set Out To Live A Thousand Lives Between Printed Pages. I Pledge To Use Books As Doors To Other Minds, Old And Young, Girl And Boy, Man And Animal. I Pledge To Use Books To Open Windows To A Thousand Different Worlds And To The Thousand Different Faces Of My Own World. I Pledge To Use Books To Make My Universe Spread Much Wider Than The World I Live In Every Day. I Pledge To Treat My Books Like Friends, Visiting Them All From Time To Time And Keeping Them Close.

Believe, Believe, Believe