She started thinking about all the euphemisms for death, all the anxious taboos that had always fascinated her. It was too bad you could never have an intelligent discussion on the subject. People were either too young or too old, or else they didn't have time.

My bag was as light as my happy-go-lucky heart.

For a while she considered being ill, but she changed her mind.

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.

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

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

Some people just shouldn't be disturbed in their inclinations, whether large or small. A reminder can instantly turn enthusiasm into aversion and spoil everything.