“I own a book,' he thought, delighted (Paolini 291).”
“Nothingness is staring you in the face. Utter and permanent oblivion. You will cease to be. To be, Jack. The dier accepts this and dies. The killer, in theory, attempts to defeat his own death by killing others. He buys time, he buys life. - Murray (WN 291)”
“But he thought all the strange words were beautiful, and he had never had a book of his own before.”
“He thought her delightful, - freckles, picnic-untidiness and all.”
“17 Christmases is a delightful children's book that I would highly recommend”
“Visitors at the zoo indulge in transports of delight at the way an elephant reaches for an apple with it's trunk....but give not a moments thought to the ineffable capabilities of their own hands.”