He screamed. Mmm?' inquired the gentleman. I...I would never presume to interrupt you, sir. But the ground appears to be swallowing me up.' It is a bog,' said the gentleman, helpfully. It is certainly a most terrifying substance.

I mean that two of any thing is a most uncomfortable number. One may do as he pleases. Six may get along well enough. But two must always struggle for mastery. Two must always watch each other. The eyes of all the world will be on two, uncertain which of them to follow.

And how shall I think of you?' He considered a moment and then laughed. 'Think of me with my nose in a book!

Ha!' said the tall man drily. 'He was in high luck. Rich old uncles who die are in shockingly short supply.

A piece of writing is like a piece of magic. You create something out of nothing.

There is nothing in the world so easy to explain as failure - it is, after all, what everybody does all the time.

But when the fairy sang the whole world listened to him. Stephen felt clouds pause in their passing; he felt sleeping hills shift and murmur; he felt cold mists dance. He understood for the first time that the world is not dumb at all, but merely waiting for someone to speak to it in a language it understands. In the fairy’s song the earth recognized the names by which it called itself.