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.

The hemulen woke up slowly and recognised himself and wished he had been someone he didn't know.

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.

One has to discover everything for oneself. And get over it all alone.

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.

I'll have to calm down a bit. Or else I'll burst with happiness

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