Are you learning me by heart, little Sara?" he said, stroking her hair. "No," she answered. "I know you by heart. You are inside my heart.

Everything's a story - You are a story -I am a story.

She liked books more than anything else, and was, in fact, always inventing stories of beautiful things and telling them to herself.

Nothing in the world is quite as adorably lovely as a robin when he shows off and they are nearly always doing it.

death is always sudden however long one waits.

when the day comes that I kneel by your bedside and see your eyes close, or you kneel by mine, it must be that the one who waits behind shall know the parting is not all.

Two things cannot be in one place. Where you tend a rose, my lad, a thistle cannot grow.