October knew, of course, that the action of turning a page, of ending a chapter or of shutting a book, did not end a tale. Having admitted that, he would also avow that happy endings were never difficult to find: "It is simply a matter," he explained to April, "of finding a sunny place in a garden, where the light is golden and the grass is soft; somewhere to rest, to stop reading, and to be content.

All bookshelves are magical.

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

And, too ignorant to be scared, too young to be awed, Tristan Thorn traveled beyond the fields we know.

And there never was an apple, in Adam's opinion, that wasn't worth the trouble you got into for eating it.

If you go to space, you'll look down and see no national boundaries. You'll never see the gods people are killing each other over, but they're incredibly real.

Touched by her fingers, the two surviving chocolate people copulate desperately, losing themselves in a melting frenzy of lust, spending the last of their brief borrowed lives in a spasm of raspberry cream and fear.