Andrew G. Alt > Quotes

“It's not size of the book that matters, it's how much you enjoy it.”
― Andrew G. Alt

“A lonely time ago, a space was hovering in the mist formed by the winds of thought. The space had no other purpose. One day, it realized it could do more than only hover, so decided to fly swiftly through the mist to find a purpose. After an immeasurable amount of time, the space landed between some vowels. Although they didn’t mind associating with the space, the new partners remained lost in a misty void and felt incoherent and incomplete. For many years they aimlessly floated through the darkness. Then one day, they lightly touched several confused consonants that were hovering upon a lazy breeze passing nearby. Without warning, commas and periods began dripping from the sky. The space, the vowels, the consonants, the commas, and the periods delightfully joined together and soon gave birth to a healthy, well-formed sentence. It grew up to became a handsome, properly indented paragraph. Then the mist evaporated and gracefully waved goodbye to its former guests. Fully developed chapters eagerly sprouted from the sentences and gently caressed all the characters that had joined together. As the chapters aged, a book lovingly wrapped around them, providing shelter from dangerous erasers, wet and fiery storms, and anything else that might disrupt their cohesion. A quickly-passing thought transformed into a title and rested upon the face of the book. The title found comfort upon its new bed and happily decided to remain. Suddenly a strong wind grabbed the book and carried it from the void and into the hands of a smiling child. There was much time spent within the book, and the book was spent within time. It endured many storms and many thoughts. Sadly, after hundreds of years, the book dissolved into a mist. Its characters were thoughtlessly scattered into a void. In the void, a lonely time later, there was a space. The Beginning”
― Andrew G. Alt, Mental Dimensions: Tales of Fantasy for a New Generation

“The Ant and the Cliff On a dry, hot day, the sun shone brightly onto the top of a cliff. An ant looking for food wandered to the cliff’s edge. For several minutes, he peered down and considered jumping from it. He knew he might not survive the fall but was curious nevertheless. Finally, he decided against it and went home to his family. The following morning, the ant remembered his urge to jump from the cliff’s edge. He walked back to it and looked down for several minutes. Afterward, he went home to his family. Every day for three years the ant returned to the cliff. He fought back the impulse to jump each time he visited the cliff’s edge. And every day, he crawled back home to be with his family. During those three years, he forgot how to have fun, how to learn new activities, and how to have original ideas. One day as the ant was standing at the cliff’s edge, a hungry crow flew down and scooped him up with its mighty beak. Now, many years later, the ant’s family still misses him and doesn’t know where he is.”
― Andrew G. Alt, Mental Dimensions: Tales of Fantasy for a New Generation