A person’s never too old for stories. Man and boy, girl and woman, we live for them. - Roland Deschain

...knowing that to be a librarian was to come as close as any human being can to sitting in the peak-seat of eternity's engine.

A good reputation is something that must be earned, yet can never be bought.

But then fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.

Go now. Our journey is done. And may we meet again, in the clearing, at the end of the path.

The thing under my bed waiting to grab my ankle isn't real. I know that, and I also know that if I'm careful to keep my foot under the covers, it will never be able to grab my ankle.

The redness was going out of the light now, the remains of the day were a fading pink, the color of wild roses.