For A While She Considered Being Ill,

Someone Who Eats Pancakes And Jam Can't Be So Awfully Dangerous. You Can Talk To Him.

Maybe My Passion Is Nothing Special, But At Least It's Mine.

There Are Such A Lot Of Things That Have No Place In Summer And Autumn And Spring. Everything That’s A Little Shy And A Little Rum. Some Kinds Of Night Animals And People That Don’t Fit In With Others And That Nobody Really Believes In. They Keep Out Of The Way All The Year. And Then When Everything’s Quiet And White And The Nights Are Long And Most People Are Asleep—then They Appear.

A Person Can Find Anything If He Takes The Time, That Is, If He Can Afford To Look. And While He's Looking, He's Free, And He Finds Things He Never Expected.

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