My favorite journey is looking out the window.

God knows, there's enough to worry about without worrying about worrying about things.

Ideally, if anything [was] any good, it would be indescribable.

Some tiny creature, mad with wrath, is coming nearer on the path.

I feel that I am doing the minimum amount of damage to other possibilities that may take place in a reader's head.

I should like a parsley sandwich. To the best of my knowledge they are not in season.

If you're doing nonsense it has to be rather awful, because there'd be no point. I'm trying to think if there's sunny nonsense. Sunny, funny nonsense for children — oh, how boring, boring, boring. As Schubert said, there is no happy music. And that's true, there really isn't. And there's probably no happy nonsense, either.