Words,words Filled The Night Like The Fragrance

A Library Book, I Imagine, Is A Happy Book.

In Love - It Sounded Like A Sickness Without Any Cure, And Wasn't That Just How It Sometimes Felt?

You Really Don't Understand The First Thing About Writing...for One Thing, Early In The Morning Is The Worst Possible Time. The Brain Is Like A Wet Sponge At That Hour. And For Another, Real Writing Is A Question Of Staring Into Space And Waiting For The Right Ideas.

Is There Anything In The World Better Than Words On The Page? Magic Signs, The Voices Of The Dead, Building Blocks To Make Wonderful Worlds Better Than This One, Comforters, Companions In Loneliness. Keepers Of Secrets, Speakers Of The Truth...all Those Glorious Words.

Sometimes Dustfinger Thought Basta's Constant Fear Of Curses And Sudden Disaster Probably Arose From His Terror Of The Darkness Within Himself, Which Made Him Assume That The Rest Of The World Must Be Exactly The Same.