Oh, comfortable cocoa!

Death is too much to ask of the living.

I like seeing people when they can't see me.

And who says you always have to understand things? You can like them without understanding them -- like 'em better sometimes.

What a tiny list of friends I have! All my fault. I less and less want to see people.

The family - that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor, in our inmost hearts, ever quite wish to.

He stood staring into the wood for a minute, then said: "What is it about the English countryside — why is the beauty so much more than visual? Why does it touch one so?" He sounded faintly sad. Perhaps he finds beauty saddening — I do myself sometimes. Once when I was quite little I asked father why this was and he explained that it was due to our knowledge of beauty's evanescence, which reminds us that we ourselves shall die. Then he said I was probably too young to understand him; but I understood perfectly.