Storms probably exist only because after them we can have a sunrise.

Lie on the bridge and watch the water flowing past. Or run, or wade through the swamp in your red boots. Or roll yourself up and listen to the rain falling on the roof. It's very easy to enjoy yourself.

Most of the people are homesick anyway, and a little lonely, and they hide themselves in their hair and are turned into flowers.

And all you can do is just read," she said. She raised her voice an screamed, "You just read and read and read!" Then she threw herself down on the table and wept.

Storms probably exist only because after them we can have a sunrise.

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.

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