So Many Miracles Have Not Yet Happened.

Never In His Life Had Edward Been Cradled Like A Baby. Abilene Had Not Done It. Nor Had Nellie. And Most Certainly, Bull Had Not. It Was A Singular Sensation To Be Held So Gently And Yet So Fiercely, To Be Stared Down At With So Much Love. Edward Felt The Whole Of His China Body Flood With Warmth. (page 128)

The Shapes Arranged Themselves Into Words, And The Words Spelled Out A Delicious And Wonderful Phrase: Once Upon A Time.

Miracles And Magic Pervade The Things That I've Written, But Yet There Are No Miracles And There Is No Magic.

The Sound Of The King's Music Made Despereaux's Soul Grow Large And Light Inside Of Him.

The Undoing Is Almost Always More Difficult Than The Doing.