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The Fairy Tale Is In A Perpetual State Of Becoming And Alteration. To Keep To One Version Or One Translation Alone Is To Put Robin Redbreast In A Cage.

There Is Time, And There Is Beyond Time. History Belongs To Time, But Truth Belongs To What Is Beyond Time. In Writing Of Things As They Should Have Been, You Are Letting Truth Into History. You Are The Word Of God.

I'm Perfectly Happy About Being Superstitious And Atheistic.

I Have Maintained A Passionate Interest In Education, Which Leads Me Occasionally To Make Foolish And Ill-considered Remarks Alleging That Not Everything Is Well In Our Schools. My Main Concern Is That An Over-emphasis On Testing And League Tables Has Led To A Lack Of Time And Freedom For A True, Imaginative And Humane Engagement With Literature.

She Was Riding A Bear! And The Aurora Was Swaying Above Them In Golden Arcs And Loops, And All Around Was The Bitter Arctic Cold And The Immense Silence Of The North.