Those Who Still Think That Listening Isn’t

If You Stop To Think About It, You’ll Have To Admit That All The Stories In The World Consist Essentially Of Twenty-six Letters. The Letters Are Always The Same, Only The Arrangement Varies. From Letters Words Are Formed, From Words Sentences, From Sentences Chapters, And From Chapters Stories.

You Wish For Something, You've Wanted It For Years, And You're Sure You Want It, As Long As You Know You Can't Have It. But If All At Once It Looks As Though Your Wish Might Come True, You Suddenly Find Yourself Wishing You Had Never Wished For Any Such Thing.

There Were Thousands And Thousands Of Forms Of Joy In The World, But That All Were Essentially One And The Same, Namely, The Joy Of Being Able To Love.

No Architect Troubled To Design Houses That Suited People Who Were To Live In Them, Because That Would Have Meant Building A Whole Range Of Different Houses. It Was Far Cheaper And, Above All, Timesaving To Make Them Identical.

He Had Been Through A Good Deal In The Course Of The Great Quest — He Had Seen Beautiful Things And Horrible Things — But Up Until Now He Had Not Known That One And The Same Creature Can Be Both, That Beauty Can Be Terrifying.