We are not meant to know the time or the nature of our deaths (for all of us secretly hope that we may be immortal).

I believe in those whom I love and trust.

For in every adult there dwells the child that was, and in every child there lies the adult that will be.

‎"Sarge, mr. Nurd here is threatening to turn me to jelly." "really?" said Sarge. "what flavor?

If 'why' was the first and last question, then because I was curious to see what would happen was the first and last answer. A version of it had been spoken to God Himself in the Garden of Eden, and it was destined to be the reason for the end of things at the hands of man.

He would talk to them of stories and books, and explain to them how stories wanted to be told and books wanted to be read, and how everything that they ever needed to know about life and the land of which he wrote, or about any land or realm that they could imagine, was contained in books. And some of the children understood, and some did not.

I'm a ghost," said the small figure, then added, a little uncertainly, "Boo?