Nothing That Can Be, Can Come Between

It Troubles Him To Consider The Powerful Currents And Fine-tuning That Alter Fate, The Close And Distant Influences, The Accidents Of Character And Circumstance.

He's Never Quite Got The Trick Of Conversation, Tending To Hear In Dissenting Views, However Mild, A Kind Of Affront, An Invitation To Mortal Combat.

...the World She Ran Through Loved Her And Would Give Her What She Wanted And Would Let It Happen.

I Wouldn't Mind Being The Lead Guitarist In An Incredibly Successful Rock Band. However, I Don't Play The Guitar.

A Story Was A Form Of Telepathy. By Means Of Inking Symbols Onto A Page, She Was Able To Send Thoughts And Feelings From Her Mind To Her Reader's. It Was A Magical Process, So Commonplace That No One Stopped To Wonder At It.