It does seem that a fantasy, working out in its own terms, stretching you beyond the normal concerns of your own life, gains you a peculiar charge of energy which inexplicably enriches you. At least, this is my ideal of a fantasy, and I am always trying to write it.

I've got a hangover." "No, you hit your head on the floor." "I can't stay. I've got to rescue that fool Sophie.

But I discovered that people like me -- they do, you know, if you like them -- and then it was all right.

Look. Survey. Inspect. My hair is ruined! I look like a pan of bacon and eggs!

I could cut a star out of paper and drop it.

In the land of Ingary where such things as seven-league boots and cloaks of invisibility really exist, it is quite a misfortune to be born the eldest of the three. Everyone knows you are the one who will fail first, and worst, if the three of you set out to seek your fortunes.

Mother Very Easily Made Jam Sandwiches Under No Protest