What's that sticky stuff called? Basta: Duct tape. Yes, duct tape. I love duct tape.

If you keep pretending you're in that book, it will make you not want to live in the life you're in.

You know, it's a funny thing about writers. Most people don't stop to think of books being written by people much like themselves. They think that writers are all dead long ago--they don't expect to meet them in the street or out shopping. They know their stories but not their names, and certainly not their faces. And most writers like it that way.

Children, they're the same everywhere. Greedy little creatures but the best listeners in the world - any world. The very best of all.

Don't let it worry you, not being able to speak,'Dustfinger had often told her. 'People tend not to listen anyway, right?

Memories, so sweet and bitter.. they had both nourished and devoured him for so many years. Until a time came when they began to fade, turning faint and blurred, only an ache to be quickly pushed away because it went to your heart. For what was the use of remembering all you had lost?

The spoken word is nothing. It hardly lives longer than an insect! Only the written word is eternal. - Balbulus