I like to see cats in movement. A galloping cat is a fine sight. See it cross the road in a streak, cursed by the drivers of motor cars and buses, dodging the butcher's bicycle, coming safe to the kerb and bellying under its home gate.

Not Waving but Drowning Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning. Poor chap, he always loved larking And now he's dead It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way, They said. Oh, no no no, it was too cold always (Still the dead one lay moaning) I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning.

I like food, I like stripping vegetables of their skins, I like to have a slim young parsnip under my knife.

all tamed animals are nervous, we have given them reason to be, not only by cruelty but by our love too, that presses upon them. They have not been able to be entirely indifferent to this and untouched by it.

The world is come upon me, I used to keep it a long way off, But now I have been run over and I am in the hands of the hospital staff.

one never knows really how things are with other people, they just do always seem more spirited than oneself somehow.

Unpopular, lonely and loving, Elinor need not trouble, For if she were not so loving, She would not be so miserable.