Once Upon A Midnight Dreary, While I

Failure Concentrates The Mind Wonderfully. If You Don't Make Mistakes, You're Not Trying Hard Enough.

She Wasn't The Only One To Be Physically Morphed By Reader Expectation. Miss Havisham Was Now Elderly Whether She Liked It Or Not, And Sherlock Holmes Wore A Deerstalker And Smoked A Ridiculously Large Pipe. The Problem Wasn't Just Confined To The Classics. Harry Potter Was Seriously Pissed Off That He'd Have To Spend The Rest Of Life Looking Like Daniel Radcliffe.

Literature Is Claimed To Be A Mirror Of The World,” I Said, “but The Outlanders Are Fooling Themselves. The Bookworld Is As Orderly As People In The Realworld *hope* Their Own World To Be—it Isn’t A Mirror, It’s An Aspiration.

If You Enjoyed Laughing In The Face Of Death, You Might Like To Have A Crack At High Saffron. One Hundred Merits, And All You Have To Do Is Take A Look.' 'i Understand There's A One Hundred Percent Fatality Rate?' 'true. But Up Until The Moment Of Death There Was A One Hundred Percent Survival Rate. Really, I Shouldn't Let Anything As Meaningless As Statistics Put You Off.

Death Doesn't Care About Personalities - He's More Interested In Meeting Quotas.