Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abundance of shiny paper, decorating and hiding everything and giving a feeling of reckless extravagance.

Everyone must imagine his own snakes because no one else's snakes can ever be as awful.

One summer morning at sunrise a long time ago I met a little girl with a book under her arm. I asked her why she was out so early and she answered that there were too many books and far too little time. And there she was absolutely right.

I need to write down my observations. Even the tiniest ones; they're the most important.

You can't ever be really free if you admire somebody too much.

He didn't remember, he didn't worry, he just was.

Making a journey by night is more wonderful than anything in the world.