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This new condition, this unwilled silence, had fallen over him ten days ago. The day Cass had gone into the hospital. The day she had fallen into a coma.

Q: Why do you like chocolate so much? A: The answer, clearly, is because I've tasted chocolate.

Oh, talking is not so bad as that," said the Jester. "True, most people say only silly things when they speak. But it's easier to ignore them if you're saying silly things yourself.

It was like walking into a treasure trove of books, hoarded by pirate librarians.

...books were better than travel.

Very little in this world makes sense.