Strange As It May Seem,

You Wish For Something, You've Wanted It For Years, And You're Sure You Want It, As Long As You Know You Can't Have It. But If All At Once It Looks As Though Your Wish Might Come True, You Suddenly Find Yourself Wishing You Had Never Wished For Any Such Thing.

Those Who Still Think That Listening Isn’t An Art Should See If They Can Do It Half As Well.

Wishes Cannot Be Summoned Up Or Kept Away At Will. They Come From Deeper Within Us Than Good Or Bad Intentions. And They Spring Up Unannounced.

Human Passions Have Mysterious Ways, In Children As Well As Grown-ups. Those Affected By Them Can't Explain Them, And Those Who Haven't Known Them Have No Understanding Of Them At All.

The Nothing Is Spreading," Groaned The First. "it's Growing And Growing, There's More Of It Every Day, If It's Possible To Speak Of More Nothing. All The Others Fled From Howling Forest In Time, But We Didn't Want To Leave Our Home. The Nothing Caught Us In Our Sleep And This Is What It Did To Us." "is It Very Painful?" Atreyu Asked. "no," Said The Second Bark Troll, The One With The Hole In His Chest. "you Don't Feel A Thing. There's Just Something Missing. And Once It Gets Hold Of You, Something More Is Missing Every Day. Soon There Won't Be Anything Left Of Us.