Boy, why are you crying?
I suppose it's like the ticking crocodile, isn't it? Time is chasing after all of us.
We never understand how little we need in this world until we know the loss of it.
To die will be an awfully big adventure.
Wendy, Wendy, when you are sleeping in your silly bed you might be flying about with me saying funny things to the stars.
They have long lost count of the days, but always if they want to do anything special they say this is saturday night, and then they do it.