You need not be sorry for her. She was one of the kind that likes to grow up. In the end she grew up of her own free will a day quicker than the other girls.

Temper is a weapon that we hold by the blade.

If he thought at all, but I don't believe he ever thought, it was that he and his shadow, when brought near each other, would join like drops of water.

I suppose it's like the ticking crocodile, isn't it? Time is chasing after all of us.

Life is a cup of tea; the more heartily we drink the sooner we reach the dregs.

Why can't you fly now, mother?" "Because I am grown up, dearest. When people grow up they forget the way." "Why do they forget the way?" "Because they are no longer gay and innocent and heartless. It is only the gay and innocent and heartless who can fly.

Boy, why are you crying?