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

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

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

‎''Just think, never to be glad or disappointed. Never to like anyone and get cross at him and forgive him. Never to sleep or feel cold, never to make a mistake and have a stomach-ache and be cured from it, never to have a birthday party, drink beer, and have a bad conscience... How terrible.

Dogs are mute and obedient, but they have watched us and know us and can smell how pitiful we are.

Why are you in such a rush?" Sophia asked, and her grandmother answered that it was a good idea to do things before you forgot that they had to be done.

But that's how it is when you start wanting to have things. Now, I just look at them, and when I go away I carry them in my head. Then my hands are always free, because I don't have to carry a suitcase.