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If There Is Anything That I Think I Might Use Later, I Underline It.

Love, As We Have Already Discussed, Is A Powerful, Wonderful, Ridiculous Thing, Capable Of Moving Mountains. And Spools Of Thread.

In The Beginning Of The Book, The Miraculous Journey Of Edward Tulane, Edward Is More Enamored Of Himself Than He Is Of Anybody Else. He's A Very Fine Rabbit; He's Been Constructed Incredibly Well, And He Has A Wardrobe Of Amazing Clothing. He's Arrogant, And He Doesn't Care Whether Abilene Loves Him Or Not. As The Journey Progresses, As He Gets Passed From Hand To Hand, He Learns What It Means To Love. He Gets More And More Bedraggled, And His Clothing Is Lost; Yet He Becomes Finer In Soul And Heart Than He Was At The Beginning Of The Journey.

I'm Predisposed To Think That As A People, We're Hardwired To Understand Things Through The Telling Of Stories. I Think That As Human Beings It's Part Of Who We Are.

My Goal Is Two Pages A Day, Five Days A Week. I Never Want To Write, But I'm Always Glad That I Have Done It. After I Write, I Go To Work At The Bookstore.