The sorrows we imagine are more profound and inconsolable than real life leaves us time for.

A garden is one of the few expressions of man's nature that is altogether benign.

Every search has its own momentum. It is why a search makes such an excellent plot for a film or story.

We love those we are happy with. We do. For how else can we know we love them, or how else define loving?

children are not undeveloped versions of adult people: they are a different race of beings: they are children.

the large black slugs ... come out at dusk. Enormous slugs. As big as crocodiles. So huge we need a gun to shoot them. And by the end of the summer, if they go on growing, we shall have to go out in pairs together for protection.

the urgent crowds out the essential.