Life Is A Dream From Which We

The Rose Petal Floats On Water. The Kingfisher Flashes Above The Pond. Life And Beauty Swirl In The Midst Of Death.

Dance With Her, And She Will Forgive Much. Dance Well, And She Will Forgive Anything.

Yes, I'm Alive," Mat Said. "i'm Usually Pretty Good At Staying Alive. I've Only Failed One Time That I Can Remember, And It Hardly Counts.

A Spoonful Of Hope And A Cup Of Despair

Women," Mat Declared As He Rode Pips Down The Dusty, Little-used Road, "are Like Mules." He Frowned. "wait. No. Goats. Women Are Like Goats. Except Every Flaming One Thinks She's A Horse Instead, And A Prize Racing Mare To Boot. Do You Understand Me, Talmanes?" "pure Poetry, Mat," Talmanes Said, Tamping The Tabac Down Into His Pipe.