We're All Liars When It Serves Our

Weren’t All Books Ultimately Related? After All, The Same Letters Filled Them, Just Arranged In A Different Order. Which Meant That, In A Certain Way, Every Book Was Contained In Every Other!

My Wife Loves Written Words ... You Know, Words That Stick To Parchment And Paper Like Dead Flies, And It Seems My Father Felt The Same - But I Want To Hear Words! Remember That When You Are Looking For The Right Words: You Must Ask Yourself What They Sound Like! Glowing With Passion, Dark With Sorrow, Sweet With Love, That's What I Want. - Cosimo

Why Could She Remember Nothing But Stories Of Frightened People When Capricorn Looked At Her? She Usually Found It So Easy To Escape Somewhere Else, To Get Right Inside The Minds Of People And Animals Who Existed Only On Paper, So Why Not Now? Because She Was Afraid. "because Fear Kills Everything," Mo Had Once Told Her. "your Mind, Your Heart, Your Imagination.

My Daughter, Anna, Is Almost 15, And My Son, Ben, Is Almost 10.

Why Did Death Make Life Taste So Much Sweeter? Why Could The Heart Love Only What It Could Also Lose?