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The World Was A Terrible Place, Cruel, Pitiless, Dark As A Bad Dream. Not A Good Place To Live. Only In Books Could You Find Pity, Comfort, Happiness - And Love. Books Loved Anyone Who Opened Them, They Gave You Security And Friendship And Didn't Ask Anything In Return; They Never Went Away, Never, Not Even When You Treated Them Badly.

Words Were Useless. At Times, They Might Sound Wonderful, But They Let You Down The Moment You Really Needed Them. You Could Never Find The Right Words, Never, And Where Would You Look For Them? The Heart Is As Silent As A Fish, However Much The Tongue Tries To Give It A Voice.

It's A Good Idea To Have Your Own Books With You In A Strange Place

Thats Beautiful! Sad And Beautiful," Murmured Meggie. Why Were Sad Stories Often So Beautiful? It Was Different In Real Life.

The Night Belongs To Beasts Of Prey, And Always Has. It's Easy To Forget That When You're Indoors, Protected By Light And Solid Walls.