He Didn't Remember, He Didn't

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.

It Was A Particularly Good Evening To Begin A Book.

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

Most Of The People Are Homesick Anyway, And A Little Lonely, And They Hide Themselves In Their Hair And Are Turned Into Flowers.

I Need To Write Down My Observations. Even The Tiniest Ones; They're The Most Important.