The ribbons! The wrappings! The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings!
I'm afraid that sometimes you'll play lonely games too. Games you can't win 'cause you'll play against you.
Adults are only obsolete children.
Think and wonder, wonder and think.
Sometimes, when I see my granddaughters make small discoveries of their own, I wish I were a child.
You can get so confused that you'll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place. The Waiting Place.