She Had Always Lived Her Best Life

Well, Do You Do That Consciously?" Daily Alice Asked, Only Partly Of Cloud. "do What?" Cloud Said. "grow Up? No. Well. In A Sense. You See It's Inevitable, Or Refuse To. You Greet It Or Don't -- Take It In Trade, Maybe, For All You're Going To Lose Anyway. Or You Can Refuse, And Have What You've Got To Lose Snatched From You, And Never Take Payment -- Never See A Trade Is Possible.

The Things That Make Us Happy Make Us Wise.

'love Is A Myth,' Grandfather Trout Said. 'like Summer.' 'what?' 'in Winter,' Grandfather Trout Said, 'summer Is A Myth. A Report, A Rumor. Not To Be Believed In. Get It? Love Is A Myth. So Is Summer.'

Seeing A Woman's Child Is Like Seeing A Woman Naked, In The Way It Changes How Her Face Looks To You, How Her Face Becomes Less The Whole Story.

She Had Always Lived Her Best Life In Dreams. She Knew No Greater Pleasure Than That Moment Of Passage Into The Other Place, When Her Limbs Grew Warm And Heavy And The Sparkling Darkness Behind Her Lids Became Ordered And Doors Opened; When Conscious Thought Grew Owl's Wings And Talons And Became Other Than Conscious.