And I Plan To Write A Sequel

You Know A Great Many Things In Dreams, Often Despite The Evidence Of Your Eyes. You Just Know Them.

Nothing Chased Nightmares Away Faster Than The Rustle Of Printed Paper.

I Will Try To Write Books Until I Drop Dead.

He Longed For The Deep As She Longed For The Night Sky And For White Lilies Floating On Water -- Although She Still Tried To Convince Herself That Love Alone Could Feed Her Soul.

I Remember The Feeling. Whenever My Father Got So Absorbed In A Book That We Might Have Been In Visible I Felt Like Taking A Pair Of Scissors And Cutting It Up.