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Indeed, The More We Find To Love, The More We Add To The Measure Of Our Hearts.

And So They Lived Many Happy Years, And The Promised Tasks Were Accomplished. Yet Long Afterward, When All Had Passed Away Into Distant Memory, There Were Many Who Wondered Whether King Taran, Queen Eilonwy, And Their Companions Had Indeed Walked The Earth, Or Whether They Had Been No More Than Dreams In A Tale Set Down To Beguile Children. And, In Time, Only The Bards Knew The Truth Of It.

I Have Never Known Courage To Be Judged By The Length Of A Man's Hair. Or, For The Matter Of That, Whether He Has Any Hair At All.

My Parents Were Horrified When I Told Them I Wanted To Be An Author.

Fantasy Is Hardly An Escape From Reality. It's A Way Of Understanding It.