One Must Use The Night.

The Hemulen Woke Up Slowly And Recognised Himself And Wished He Had Been Someone He Didn't Know.

I'm Not Sure I Would Have Ever Started To Draw, Let Alone Write, If My Childhood Hadn't Been So Happy. It Was A Mixture Of Comfort And Adventure. An Excellent Mixture!

They Were Always Doing Something. Quietly, Without Interruption, And With Great Concentration, They Carried On With The Hundred-and-one Small Things That Made Up Their World.

I'll Have To Calm Down A Bit. Or Else I'll Burst With Happiness

It Looks Rather Ordinary," Said The Snork. "unless You Consider That A Top Hat Is Always Somewhat Extraordinary, Of Course.