She's not dead. You didn't kill her, nor did the hunger birds, although they did their best to get to you through her. She's been given her ocean. One day, in its own time, the ocean will give her back.I thought of corpses and of skeletons with pearls for eyes. I thought of mermaids with tails that flicked when they moved, like my goldfishes' tails had flicked before my goldfish had stopped moving, to lie, belly up, like Lettie, on the top of the water. I said, 'Will she be the same?

The best way to show people true things is from a direction that they had not imagined the truth coming.

So the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund is out there preserving and fighting for, and sometimes winning and sometimes losing, the fight for First Amendment rights in comics and, more generally, for freedom of speech.

Books smell and feel better. They have that wonderful thingness of turning the pages.

The boy had the towering arrogance only seen in the greatest of artists and all nine-year-old boys.

If you want to imagine the future, imagine a boy and his dog and his friends. And a summer that never ends.

I loved the sound of the words, even if I was not entirely sure what all of them meant.