One Must Use The Night.

And All You Can Do Is Just Read," She Said. She Raised Her Voice An Screamed, "you Just Read And Read And Read!" Then She Threw Herself Down On The Table And Wept.

One Can't Be Too Dangerous, If They Like To Eat Pancakes. Especially With Jam On It.

The Lamp Sizzled As It Burned. It Made Everything Seem Close And Safe, A Little Family Circle They All Knew And Trusted. Outside This Circle Lay Everything That Was Strange And Frightening, And The Darkness Seemed To Reach Higher And Higher And Further And Further Away, Right To The End Of The World.

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.

The Thing About God, She Thought, Is That He Usually Does Help, But Not Until You've Made An Effort On Your Own.