Walking down Belmotte was the oddest sensation-- every step took us deeper into the mist until at last it closed over our heads. It was like being drowned in the ghost of water.

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

Father says hot water can be as stimulating as an alcoholic drink and though I never come by one...I can well believe it.

Stew's so comforting on a rainy day.

Ham with mustard is a meal of glory

Thinking of death--strange, beautiful, terrible and a long way off--made me feel happier than ever.

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