The Death Of A Beloved Is An

The Calormens Have Dark Faces And Long Beards. They Wear Flowing Robes And Orange-colored Turbans, And They Are A Wise, Wealthy, Courteous, Cruel And Ancient People. They Bowed Most Politely To Caspian And Paid Him Long Compliments All About The Fountains Of Prosperity Irrigating The Gardens Of Prudence And Virtue --and Things Like That-- But Of Course What They Wanted Was The Money They Had Paid.

We Must Get Over Wanting To Be Needed.

With The Possible Exception Of The Equator, Everything Begins Somewhere.

Friends Are Seldom Found; They Are Made.

You Had Nothing To Say About It And Yet Made The Nothing Up Into Words.