Heaven for climate, Hell for company.

The last thing he ever said to me was, 'Just always be waiting for me, and then some night you will hear me crowing.

After a time he fell asleep, and some unsteady fairies had to climb over him on their way home from an orgy.

I wasn't crying about mothers," he said rather indignantly. "I was crying because I can't get my shadow to stick on. Besides, I wasn't crying.

Stars are beautiful, but they must not take an active part in anything, they must just look on forever. It is a punishment put on them for something they did so long ago that no star now knows what it was.

Forget not your past, for in the future it may help you grow

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.