You know how chickens are, imagining the world coming to an end one moment, then pecking corn the next.

If we nourish imagination, we nourish everything else.

I know that some readers think (The High King) should have ended differently. I cried for three days afterwards.

Neither refuse to give help when it is needed,... nor refuse to accept it when it is offered.

The point is not to look back, but to look ahead to what you hope still to do.

He will not succeed in this," Taran said. "Somehow, we must find a way to escape. We dare not lose hope." "I agree absolutely," Fflewddur answered. "Your general idea is excellent; it's only the details that are lacking.

If the pull of the outside world is strong, there is also a pull towards the human. The cat may disappear on its own errands, but sooner or later, it returns once again for a little while, to greet us with its own type of love.