I'll Have To Calm Down A Bit.

I Love Borders. August Is The Border Between Summer And Autumn; It Is The Most Beautiful Month I Know. Twilight Is The Border Between Day And Night, And The Shore Is The Border Between Sea And Land. The Border Is Longing: When Both Have Fallen In Love But Still Haven't Said Anything. The Border Is To Be On The Way. It Is The Way That Is The Most Important Thing.

For A While She Considered Being Ill, But She Changed Her Mind.

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.

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

Why Are You In Such A Rush?" Sophia Asked, And Her Grandmother Answered That It Was A Good Idea To Do Things Before You Forgot That They Had To Be Done.