My Ultimate Goal Is To Drive People

He Who Completes A Quest Does Not Merely Find Something. He Becomes Something.

I Think For A Long Time, I Was Paralyzed By Some Of My Hopes And Ideals For What My Life Was Going To Be Like. I Had This Perfect Vision Of How My Life Should Go, But It Seemed - It Was - Impossible To Realize, So I Sat Around For A Long, Long Time Doing Almost Nothing At All.

Oddly, The Meanings Of Books Are Defined For Me Much More By Their Beginnings And Middles Than They Are By Their Endings.

I Always Hated Those Fantasy Books Where, At The End, All The Kids Had To Go Home. At The End Of A Narnia Book, You Always Got Shown The Door. Same With The Wizard Of Oz And The Phantom Tollbooth. You Get Kicked Out Of Your Magic Land. It's Like, "by The Way, Here's Your Next Surprise: You Get To Go Home!" And The Kids Are All Like, "yay, We Get To Go Home!" I Never Bought That. Did Anybody Buy That?

Wasn't There A Spell For Making Yourself Happy? Somebody Must Have Invented One. How Could He Have Missed It? Why Didn't They Teach It? Was It In The Library, A Flying Book Fluttering Just Out Of Reach, Beating Its Wings Against Some High Window?