Memory is the happiness of being alone.
I'm not terribly conversant with children's literature in general. I tend to read books for adults, being an adult.
Mama was crying, and the rain made it seem as if the whole world was crying.
There was just a moment when things weren't quite the same, weren't quite as they had always been through the long friendship
It's a funny thing about names, how they become a part of someone.
I have learned over the course of my many years that it is a bad idea, usually, to investigate piteous weeping but always a fine thing to look into a giggle.