A Very Long Time Ago, Grandmother Had

But He Thought All The Strange Words Were Beautiful, And He Had Never Had A Book Of His Own Before.

Dogs Are Mute And Obedient, But They Have Watched Us And Know Us And Can Smell How Pitiful We Are.

Grandmother Walked Up Over The Bare Granite And Thought About Birds In General. It Seemed To Her No Other Creature Had The Same Dramatic Capacity To Underline And Perfect Events - The Shifts In The Seasons And The Weather, The Changes That Run Through People Themselves.

Everyone Must Imagine His Own Snakes Because No One Else's Snakes Can Ever Be As Awful.

It Is Still Summer, But The Summer Is No Longer Alive. It Has Come To A Standstill; Nothing Withers, And Fall Is Not Ready To Begin. There Are No Stars Yet, Just Darkness.