If We Nourish Imagination, We Nourish Everything

By All Means," Cried The Bard, His Eyes Lighting Up. "a Fflam To The Rescue! Storm The Castle! Carry It By Assault! Batter Down The Gates!" "there's Not Much Of It Left To Storm," Said Eilonwy. "oh?" Said Fflewddur, With Disappointment. "very Well, We Shall Do The Best We Can.

I Saw Myself. . . In The Time I Watched, I Saw Strength And Frailty, Pride And Vanity, Courage And Fear. Of Wisdom, A Little. Of Folly Much. Of Intentions Many Good Ones; But Many More Left Undone. On This Alas, I Saw Myself A Man Like Any Other. But This Too I Saw . . . Alike As Men May Seem, Each Is Different As Flakes Of Snow, No Two The Same.you Told Me You Had No Need To Seek The Mirror, Knowing You Were Annlaw Clay-shaper. Now I Know Who I Am: Myself And None Other. I Am Taran.

Most Cats Do Not Approach Humans Recklessly. The Possibility Of Concealed Weapons, Clods Or Sticks, Tend To Make Them Reserved. Homeless Cats In Particular-with Some Justification, Unfortunately-consider Humans Their Natural Enemies. Much Ceremony Must Be Observed, And A Number Of Diplomatic Feelers Put Out, Before Establishing A State Of Truce.

I Can't Make Sense Out Of That Girl," He Said To The Bard, "can You?" "never Mind," Fflewddur Said, "we Aren't Really Expected To.

Dealing With The Impossible, Fantasy Can Show Us What May Be Really Possible. If There Is Grief, There Is The Possibility Of Consolation; If Hurt, The Possibility Of Healing; And Above All, The Curative Power Of Hope. If Fantasy Speaks To Us As We Are, It Also Speaks To Us As We Might Be