The Truth's Not Pretty Of Course. No

A Book Always Keeps Something Of Its Owner Between Its Pages.

Isn't It Odd How Much Fatter A Book Gets When You've Read It Several Times?

The Night Breathed Through The Apartment Like A Dark Animal. The Ticking Of A Clock. The Groan Of A Floorboard As He Slipped Out Of His Room. All Was Drowned By Its Silence. But Jacob Loved The Night. He Felt It On His Skin Like A Promise. Like A Cloak Woven From Freedom And Danger.

Believe Me. Sometimes When Life Looks To Be At Its Grimmest, There's A Light Hidden At The Heart Of Things. Clive Barker, Abarat

I Have Two Iceland Horses, A Very Hairy Dog Called Looney, And A Guinea Pig.