"If you want to find Cherry-Tree Lane all you have to do is never make assertions. That is the moral crime peculiar to our enemies. We do not tell — we show. We do not claim — we prove. It is not your obedience that we seek to win, but your rational conviction. You have seen all the elements of our secret. The conclusion is now yours to draw — we can help you to…
He instructed the ansible: “This is what you are to say to my lord Esau: ‘Your servant Jacob says, I have been staying at the fastness of Laban and have remained there till now. I have cattle and donkeys, sheep and goats, male and female servants. Now I am sending this message to my lord, that I may find shifgrethor in your eyes.’”
The signs Ronbledore has left behind for those who know how to look are not merely in the works of Harry Potter. They are everywhere. You did not see them before you knew how to look; you could not look for them before you were taught how to see.
I used to read this book when I was a kid, then forgot it, then thought I'd dreamed it, then found it last night. "The King O' The Cats" pretty well sums up my whole deal, but I recommend the Hobyahs too if you want to crawl inside my past.
"A cook in a jacket, a short petticoat and sabots, brought my supper: to wit—some meat, nature unknown, served in an odd and acid, but pleasant sauce; some chopped potatoes, made savoury with, I know not what: vinegar and sugar, I think: a tartine, or slice of bread and butter, and a baked pear."
Yesterday Entertainment Weekly ran a piece about debut novels with six-figure advances and why publishers are willing to take big financial risks on (relative) literary unknowns. The answer is, among other things, "because they believe they will make even more money later," but the part that really leapt out at me was this: