perhaps because this time not fear but love made him read.

How fast the ears learned to tell what sounds meant, much faster than it took the eyes to decipher written words.

Nothing is more frightening than a fear you cannot name.

Please," she whispered as she opened the book, "please get me out of here just for an hour or so, please take me far, far away

Believe, believe, believe

Nothing is more terrifying than fearlessness.

Perhaps there's another, much larger story behind the printed one, a story that changes just as our own world does. And the letters on the page tell us only as much as we'd see peering through a keyhole. Perhaps the story in the book is just the lid on a pan: It always stays the same, but underneath there's a whole world that goes on - developing and changing like our own world.