The eagle may soar; beavers build dams.

I never thought I would just be doing Arkady books.

I've got a book of poetry by the bed, one of these big collections that goes back to the Greeks and Romans.

The suburb is a place where someone cuts down all the trees to build houses, and then names the streets after the trees.

How men hate waiting while their wives shop for clothes and trinkets; how women hate waiting, often for much of their lives, while their husbands shop for fame and glory.

What's wonderful is to read the different translations - some done in 1600 and some in 1900 - of the same passage. It's fascinating to watch the same tale repeated in such a different way by two different centuries.

There is a mighty big difference between good sound reasons and reasons that sound good.