At its best, fantasy rewards the reader with a sense of wonder about what lies within the heart of the commonplace world. The greatest tales are told over and over, in many ways, through centuries. Fantasy changes with the changing times, and yet it is still the oldest kind of tale in the world, for it began once upon a time, and we haven't heard the end of it yet.

Shall I add a man to my collection?

All I wanted, even when I hated you most, was some poor, barren, parched excuse to love you. But you only gave me riddles.

The odd thing about people who had many books was how they always wanted more.

The moon grew full, then slowly pared itself down until it shriveled into a ghostly boat riding above the roiling dark. Then it fell out of the sky. They climbed into it, left land behind, and floated out to sea.

Then you will have to trust me. Beyond logic, beyond reason, beyond hope, trust me.

...that once were urgent and necessary for an orderly world and now were buried away, gathering dust and of no use to anyone.