The Wind Sounded Of Mother

A Dream Inside A Dream Might Not Be A Dream.

There Is No Later. This Is Later.

I Got What I Needed Instead Of What I Wanted And That's Just About The Best Kind Of Luck You Can Have.

Between The Wish And The Thing The World Lies Waiting.

He Could Not Construct For The Child's Pleasure The World He'd Lost Without Constructing The Loss As Well And He Thought Perhaps The Child Had Known This Better Than He.