Maybe my passion is nothing special, but at least it's mine.

One must use the night.

But he thought all the strange words were beautiful, and he had never had a book of his own before.

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.

Quite, quite,' she thought with a little sigh. 'It's always like this in their adventures. To save and be saved. I wish somebody would write a story sometime about the people who warm up the heroes afterward.

It looks rather ordinary," said the Snork. "Unless you consider that a top hat is always somewhat extraordinary, of course.

There's no need to imagine that you're a wondrous beauty, because that's what you are.