When you're sad, my Little Star, go out of doors. It's always better underneath the open sky.
Eva IbbotsonAnd so they played some of the world's loveliest piano music - the exiled homesick girl, the humiliated, tired old man. Not properly. Better than that.
Eva IbbotsonShe was so intelligent that she could think herself into beauty. Intelligence...they don't talk about it much, the poets, but when a woman is intelligent and passionate and good.
Eva Ibbotson