Every Man In Ingary Is

Imagination Doesn’t Just Mean Making Things Up. It Means Thinking Things Through, Solving Them, Or Hoping To Do So, And Being Just Distant Enough To Be Able To Laugh At Things That Are Normally Painful. Head Teachers Would Call This Escapism, But They Would Be Entirely Wrong. I Would Call Fantasy The Most Serious, And The Most Useful, Branch Of Writing There Is. And This Is Why I Don’t, And Never Would, Write Real Books.

In The Land Of Ingary Where Such Things As Seven-league Boots And Cloaks Of Invisibility Really Exist, It Is Quite A Misfortune To Be Born The Eldest Of The Three. Everyone Knows You Are The One Who Will Fail First, And Worst, If The Three Of You Set Out To Seek Your Fortunes.

And It's A Pity Too That I've No Right To Open Your Letters. I Hope You Don't Get Many, Or My Conscience Will Give Me No Peace.

Sophie Said A Bad Word. In The Dim Light She Had Stubbed Her Toe On One Of The Many Dusty Bricks Piled Around The Place. Naughty-naughty" Twinkle Said. Oh Shut Up!" Sophie Said , Standing On One Leg To Hold Her Toe. "why Don't You Grow Up?

I've Got A Hangover!" "no, You Hit Your Head On The Floor," Sophie Said. Howl Rose Up On His Hands And Knees With A Scramble. "i Can't Stay," He Said. "i've Got To Rescue That Fool Sophie." "i'm Here!" Sophie Shook His Shoulder. "but So Is Mis Angorian! Get Up And Do Something About Her!