The world is dark, and light is precious.
Come closer, dear reader.
You must trust me.
I am telling you a story.
Come closer, dear reader.
You must trust me.
I am telling you a story.
There is nothing sweeter in this sad world than the sound of someone you love calling your name.
"Once upon a time," he said out loud to the darkness. He said these words because they were the best, the most powerful words that he knew and just the saying of them comforted him.
Love, as we have already discussed, is a powerful, wonderful, ridiculous thing, capable of moving mountains.
This is the danger of loving: No matter how powerful you are, no matter how many kingdoms you rule, you cannot stop those you love from dying.
But, reader, there is no comfort in the word "farewell", even if you say it in French. "Farewell" is a word that, in any language, is full of sorrow. It is a word that promises absolutely nothing.
Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark.
Say it, reader. Say the word "quest" out loud. It is an extraordinary word, isn't it? So small and yet so full of wonder, so full of hope.
Reader, do you think it is a terrible thing to hope when there is really no reason to hope at all? Or is it (as the soldier said about happiness) something that you might just as well do, since, in the end, it really makes no difference to anyone but you?
Despereaux marveled at his own bravery.
He admired his own defiance.
And then, reader, he fainted.
He admired his own defiance.
And then, reader, he fainted.
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"Once there was a princess who was very beautiful. She shone bright as the stars on a moonless night. But what difference did it make that she was beautiful? None. No difference."
"Why did it make no difference?" asked Abilene.
"Because," said Pellegrina, "She was a princess who loved no one and cared nothing for love, even though there were many who loved her."
"Why did it make no difference?" asked Abilene.
"Because," said Pellegrina, "She was a princess who loved no one and cared nothing for love, even though there were many who loved her."
"Perhaps," said the man, "you would like to be lost with us. I have found it much more agreeable to be lost in the company of others."
I have been loved, Edward told the stars. So? said the stars. What difference does that make when you are all alone now?
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Look at me, he said to her. His arms and legs jerked. Look at me. You got your wish. I have learned how to love. And it's a terrible thing. I'm broken. My heart is broken. Help me. The old woman turned and hobbled away. Come back, thought Edward. Fix me.
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Hands down, the biggest thrill is to get a letter from a kid saying, I loved your book.
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I have no talents. But I do have hope. And wonder. And love. Maybe those are talents?
I hate to cook and love to eat.
You have to learn how to write each book.
Reading is a hobby, but for some of us, it's an escape from the difficulties we face. To all of you who escape into books, I want to thank you for escaping into this one.
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly;
what is essential is invisible to the eye.
what is essential is invisible to the eye.
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Never say goodbye, because goodbye means going away - and going away means forgetting.
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It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.
Hope is like the sun. If you only believe in it when you can see it, you'll never make it through the night.
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One Sunday morning the warm sun came up and - pop! - out of the egg came a tiny and very hungry caterpillar.
And the wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws.
Walk until the darkness is a memory, and you become the sun on the next traveler's horizon.
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