Hope never abandons you; you abandon it.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
He'd dreamed of this minute halfway around the world. In his dreams, they would have been alone--maybe looking at the stars. He would have told her the legend of Machico and then--somehow--he'd never figured out just how--he would have worked around to telling her that he loved her.
-Carry On, Mr. Bowditch, Jean Lee Latham
Monday, March 21, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
Some time later a portrait was brought to His Majesty, the Emporer Wong Sing. The portrait was that of a beautiful maid. It bore no words. Wong Sing offered much gold to any person who could tell him the name of one so beautiful. The maiden would make him a superlative wife. He wished to find her. But he never did.
-Shen of the Sea, Arthur Bowie Chrisman
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?
Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo...and it's worth fighting for.
-The Two Towers, 2002
Monday, March 07, 2011
Friday, March 04, 2011
Then Parcenet looked very steadily at Sir Pellias, and she said, "I would have him about as tall thou art, and with the same color of hair and eyes, and with a straight nose like unto thine, and with a good wit such as thou hast."
"Alas!" said Sir Pellias, "I would that thou hadst told me this before we had come so far from Camelot; for I could easily have got thee such a knight at that place. For they have them there in such plenty that they keep them in wicker cages, and sell them two for a farthing."
-The Story of King Arthur and His Knights, Howard Pyle
Tuesday, March 01, 2011
The first Kotir soldiers were hauled dripping to shore by the woodlanders. Dispirited, disarmed and soaking wet, they were made to sit at the water's edge by Skipper and the six hares, who fished them out with fearsome-looking pikes.
"Sit down there, you great wet weasel."
"Steady on, Trubbs old chap, that's a stoat."
"Oh, I say, sorry. Sit there, you soaking stoat."
"Saturated stoat, don't you mean, old bean?"
"Hmm, what about the weasels?"
"Oh, actually they get wringing wet, both beginning with W, you see."
"Righto. Sit over there, you wringing wet weasel."
"Oh golly, I've got a rat now. How d'you address these blighters?"
"Easy, old thing-rats are rancid."
"Rancid? That doesn't mean wet."
"No, but the wretched cove does look pretty rancid."
"So he does. Splendid. Sit there, you rancid rat!"
-Mossflower, Brian Jacques