I'm Perfectly Happy To Know The World

You Know What They Say: When People Start Burning Books They'll Soon Burn Human Beings.

Hope. Nothing Is More Intoxicating.

I Love To Read Aloud.

From The Tower Battlements, Dustfinger Looked Down On A Lake As Black As Night, Where The Reflection Of The Castle Swam In A Sea Of Stars. The Wind Passing Over His Unscarred Face Was Cold From The Snow Of The Surrounding Mountains, And Dustfinger Relished Life As If He Were Tasting It For The First Time. The Longing It Brought, And The Desire. All The Bitterness, All The Sweetness, Even If It Was Only For A While, Never For More Than A While, Everything Gained And Lost, Lost And Found Again.

I Wish I Had More Time To Visit Schools.