Books Have To Be Heavy

Sometimes It's A Good Thing We Don't Remember Things Half As Well As Books Do.

Please," She Whispered As She Opened The Book, "please Get Me Out Of Here Just For An Hour Or So, Please Take Me Far, Far Away

Memories, So Sweet And Bitter.. They Had Both Nourished And Devoured Him For So Many Years. Until A Time Came When They Began To Fade, Turning Faint And Blurred, Only An Ache To Be Quickly Pushed Away Because It Went To Your Heart. For What Was The Use Of Remembering All You Had Lost?

Yes, I Do Enjoy Walking At Night. The World’s More To My Liking Then, Not So Loud, Not So Fast, Not So Crowded, And A Good Deal More Mysterious.

Books Are Like Flypaper, Memories Cling To The Printed Pages Better Than Anything Else.