I may not know how to fly but I know how to read, and that's almost the same thing.

Those times are over and gone, and good riddance to them, too. We were hopelessly high-spirited. Now we're the tick-waisted generation, dragging along our children behind us and carrying our parents on our backs. And we're in charge, while the figures who used to command our respect are wasting away.

No one is exempt from grief.

I learned to fly on a broom," he said, rolling up his sleeves. "I can learn to milk a goat, I bet." Though flying on a broom proved to be the easier task, he found.

Evil is an act, not an appetite. How many haven't wanted to slash the throat of some boor across the dining room table? Present company excepted of course. Everyone has the appetite. If you give in to it, it, that act is evil. The appetite is normal.

I shall pray for your soul,' promised Nessarose. I shall wait for your shoes,' Elphie answered.

I like classical music of the late 19th and early 20th centuries, and I adore Bach above all.