Look, do you see that poem?' she said suddenly, pointing.

I don't really care what people think about me if they don't let me see it.

There are many worse friends than the soft, silent, furry, cat-folk.

Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive-it's such an interesting world.

I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.

Life owes me something more than it has paid me and I'm going out to collect it.

Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep, deep woods and I'd look up into the sky—up—up—up—into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I'd just feel a prayer.