It is very risky. But each time a child opens a book, he pushes open the gate that separates him from Elsewhere.
Memory is the happiness of being alone.
His mind reeled. Now, empowered to ask questions of utmost rudeness-and promised answers-he could, conceivably (though it was almost unimaginable), ask someone, some adult, his father perhaps: "Do you lie?" But he would have no way of knowing if the answer he received was true.
Take pride in your pain; you are stronger than those who have none
It's the choosing that's important, isn't it?
Even trained for years as they all had been in precision of language, what words could you use which would give another the experience of sunshine?