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Words Are Humanity's Greatest Natural Resource, But Most Of Us Have Trouble Figuring Out How To Put Them Together. Words Aren't Cheap. They Are Very Precious. They Are Like Water, Which Gives Life And Growth And Refreshment, But Because It Has Always Been Abundant, We Treat It Cheaply. We Waste It; We Pollute It, And Doctor It. Later We Blame The Quality Of The Water Because We Have Misused It.

The Reason God Made February Short A Few Days Was Because He Knew That By The Time People Came To The End Of It They Would Die If They Had To Stand One More Blasted Day.

Shh" He Said. "look." "where?" "can't You See'um?" He Whispered. "all The Terabithians Standing On Tiptoe To See You." "me?" "shh, Yes. There's A Rumor Going Around That The Beautiful Girl Arrving Today Might Be The Queen They've Been Waiting For.

We Are Trying To Communicate That Which Lies In Our Deepest Heart, Which Has No Words, Which Can Only Be Hinted At Through The Means Of A Story. And Somehow, Miraculously, A Story That Comes From Deep In My Heart Calls From A Reader That Which Is Deepest In His Or Her Heart, And Together From Our Secret Hidden Selves We Create A Story That Neither Of Us Could Have Told Alone.

Crazy People Who Are Judged To Be Harmless Are Allowed An Enormous Amount Of Freedom Ordinary People Are Denied.