Lunatics have no age. If we were crazy, you and I, we might be a great deal younger.

Does pain go away and leave no trace, then?’ ‘You sometimes even feel sentimental for it.

A child walked by, rolling a metal hoop that made a sound of autumn.

A poetess who had died young of cancer had said in one of her poems that for her, on sleepless nights, 'the night offers toads and black dogs and corpses of the drowned.

Even if you have the wit to look by yourself in a bush away from the other children, there are not many bell crickets in the world. Probably you will find a girl like a grasshopper whom you think is a bell cricket.And finally, to your clouded, wounded heart, even a true bell cricket will seem like a grasshopper. Should that day come, when it seems to you that the world is only full of grasshoppers, I will think it a pity that you have no way to remember tonight's play of light, when your name was written in green by your beautiful lantern on a girl's breast.

Along the coast the sea roars, and inland the mountains roar – the roaring at the center, like a distant clap of thunder.

THE TRAIN came out of the long tunnel into the snow country.