Bruce Coville

But, really, why does anyone create? You feel a...a restlessness inside, a need to make something new, something no one has ever seen before. You want to add to the beauty and the richness of the world with a gift, an offering that is uniquely yours. It's an act of selfishness and generosity, all rolled into one.

I don__ want Tiamat to go back,_ said Jeremy sullenly. __ want her to stay here with me.__iss Priest laughed. It was not a horrible laugh at all. __hat a terrible idea!_ she said. __hy do you want her to stay?__ecause I love her. I don__ want to lose her.__iss Priest reached out and took his chin in her hand. She looked into his eyes. __ou silly boy,_ she said. __othing you love is lost. Not really. Things, people__hey always go away, sooner or later. You can__ hold them, any more than you can hold moonlight. But if they__e touched you, if they__e inside you, then they__e still yours. The only things you ever really have are the ones you hold inside your heart.

Lights and darks. And suddenly i was here, where everything seems strange. And I don't know why. Like the Fox and the Crow, I don't know the whole story yet. But that's a good reason to go on, don't you think?" "Go where?" said the Scarecrow. "Go forward," said the girl. "See something. Learn something. Figure it out. We won't ever get the whole thing, I bet, but we'll get something. And then we'll have something to tell when we're old about what happened to us when we were young." "Now?" said the Scarecrow. "Can you tell it now?" "After," said the girl. "We have to have the BEFORE first, and that's life" "And what's life?" said the scarecrow. "Moving," said the girl. "Moving on. Shall we move on? Will you come with me?

Still, the painful death of that unicorn had been satisfying to watch

How in the world do you tellyour wife that her mother was born a unicon?

Hey, Geekoid!" yelled Duncan Dougal, "Why do you read so much? Don't you know how to watch TV?

Family isn't blood," she said bitterly, continuing to back away. "Family is who loves you, who takes care of you.

The real heroes are the librarians and teachers who at no small risk to themselves refuse to lie down and play dead for censors.

Withholding information is the essence of tyranny. Control of the flow of information is the tool of the dictatorship.