Two Is The Beginning Of The End.

He Was Never More Sinister Than When He Was Most Polite.

What Is Genius? It Is The Power To Be A Boy Again At Will.

If He Thought At All, But I Don't Believe He Ever Thought, It Was That He And His Shadow, When Brought Near Each Other, Would Join Like Drops Of Water.

Oh, The Cleverness Of Me!

She Liked His Tears So Much That She Put Out Her Beautiful Finger And Let Them Run Over It. Her Voice Was So Low That At First He Could Not Make Out What She Said. Then He Made It Out. She Was Saying That She Thought She Could Get Well Again If Children Believed In Fairies.