It is not easy being trapped in a school that is caught between cornfields and cows.
If you just go with the flow, no matter what weird things happen along the way, you always end up exactly where you belong.
Maybe anything that anybody ever has is for now. What happened before is gone, and what will happen later is an illusion.
I really should come with a warning label.
Who in their right mind counts the tiles on the floor when they go visiting a neighbor?
Librarians are notorious snitches—don’t let anybody convince you otherwise.