Out of the nursery into the college and back into the nursery; there’s your intellectual pattern for the past five centuries or more.

No," said a voice, "the only thing wrong on a night like that is that there is a world and you must come back to it.

The sun rose yellow as a lemon.The sky was round and blue.The birds looped clear water songs in the air.Will and Jim leaned from their windows.Nothing had changed.Except the look in Jim's eyes.Last night. . . said Will. Did or didn't it happen?

Who has more pockets than a magician? A boy. Whose pockets contain *more* than a magicians? A boy's.

You have to learn to take rejection not as an indication of personal failing but as a wrong address.

(...) And metaphors like cats behind your smile, Each one wound up to purr, each one a pride, Each one a fine gold beast you've hid inside (...)

He wore his happiness like a mask and the girl had run off across the lawn with the mask and there was no way of going to knock on her door and ask for it back.