One Ought To Have The Right To

But That's How It Is When You Start Wanting To Have Things. Now, I Just Look At Them, And When I Go Away I Carry Them In My Head. Then My Hands Are Always Free, Because I Don't Have To Carry A Suitcase.

Gathering Is Peculiar, Because You See Nothing But What You're Looking For. If You're Picking Raspberries, You See Only What's Red, And If You're Looking For Bones You See Only The White. No Matter Where You Go, The Only Thing You See Is Bones.

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

It's A Funny Thing About Bogs. You Can Fill Them With Rocks And Sand And Old Logs And Make A Little Fenced-in Yard On Top With A Woodpile And Chopping Block - But Bogs Go Right On Behaving Like Bogs. Early In The Spring They Breathe Ice And Make Their Own Mist, In Remembrance Of The Time When They Had Black Water And Their Own Sedge Blossoming Untouched.

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