For A While She Considered

I Love Borders. August Is The Border Between Summer And Autumn; It Is The Most Beautiful Month I Know. Twilight Is The Border Between Day And Night, And The Shore Is The Border Between Sea And Land. The Border Is Longing: When Both Have Fallen In Love But Still Haven't Said Anything. The Border Is To Be On The Way. It Is The Way That Is The Most Important Thing.

Everyone Must Imagine His Own Snakes Because No One Else's Snakes Can Ever Be As Awful.

It Was A Particularly Good Evening To Begin A Book.

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.

Before We Left, Grandmother Talked A Lot About The Arctic Night We Would Fly Through. 'isn't It A Mystical Word, "arctic"? Pure And Quite Hard. And Meridians. Isn't That Pretty? We're Going To Fly Along Them, Faster Than The Light Can Follow Us... Time Won't Be Able To Catch Us.