I showed the grown ups my maasterpiece, andI asked them if my drawing scared them. They answered why be scared of a hat? My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant.

If I were to command a general to turn into a seagull, and if the general did not obey, that would not be the general's fault. It would be mine.

Ephemeral" It means 'which is in danger of speedy disappearance.

There is no growth except in the fulfillment of obligations.

You know...my flower...I'm responsible for her. And she's so weak! And so naive. She has four ridiculous thorns to defend her against the world.

Action and personal happiness have no truck with each other; they are eternally at war.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.