One can't be too dangerous, if they like to eat pancakes. Especially with jam on it.

I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know.

It's funny about love', Sophia said. 'The more you love someone, the less he likes you back.' 'That's very true,' Grandmother observed. 'And so what do you do?' 'You go on loving,' said Sophia threateningly. 'You love harder and harder.

He was the owner of the moonlight on the ground, he fell in love with the most beautiful of the trees, he made wreaths of leaves and strung them around his neck.

The thing about God, she thought, is that He usually does help, but not until you've made an effort on your own.

The hemulen woke up slowly and recognised himself and wished he had been someone he didn't know.

It is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive. It has come to a standstill; nothing withers, and fall is not ready to begin. There are no stars yet, just darkness.