One Must Use The Night.

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.

Most Of The People Are Homesick Anyway, And A Little Lonely, And They Hide Themselves In Their Hair And Are Turned Into Flowers.

One Makes A Trip By Day, But By Night One Sets Out On A Journey.

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

She Started Thinking About All The Euphemisms For Death, All The Anxious Taboos That Had Always Fascinated Her. It Was Too Bad You Could Never Have An Intelligent Discussion On The Subject. People Were Either Too Young Or Too Old, Or Else They Didn't Have Time.