There is a lot of love in him, a lot of love in his heart... And he is up there with no one and nothing to love. It is a bad thing to have love and no where to put it.
That was the thing about tragedy. It was just sitting there, keeping you company, waiting. And you had absolutely no idea.
But in truth,′ said Bull, ’we are going nowhere. That my friend, is the irony of our constant movement.
Bah, cynics,” said Dr. Meescham. “Cynics are people who are afraid to believe.
Are you a man or a mouse?
Perhaps this is a dream, said Madam La Vaughn from her chair. Perhaps the whole thing has been nothing but a dream.
Cerita seperti Cahaya.
Who can say what astonishments are hidden inside the most mundane being?
Flora’s heart, the lonely, many-armed squid of it, flipped and flailed inside her.
Truly, I did not intend to harm you, he said. That was never my intention.
The longer he marched, the more convinced Peter became that things were indeed hopeless and that an elephant was a ridiculous answer to any question- but a particularly ridiculous answer to a question posed by the human heart.
The rat called Chiaroscuro did not look away. He let the light from the upstairs world enter him and fill him. He gasped aloud with the wonder of it.
Yes, ma’am. He figured the world was a sorry affair and that it had enough ugly things in it and what he was going to do was concentrate on putting something sweet in it.
But, alas, he never really belonged in either place, the sad fate, I am afraid, of those whose hearts break and then mend in crooked ways.
There’s a use for everything and everything has it’s use.
If every babe who cried were still alive, well, then, the world would be a very crowded place, indeed.
Despereaux turned. He looked up and into the Head Mouse’s eyes. They were dark eyes, deep and sad and frightened. And as Despereaux looked into them, his heart thudded once, twice.
He allowed his brother to lead him to his fate.
I intended lilies, said the magician. but in the clutches of a desparate desire to do something extraordinary, I called down a greater magic and inadvertently caused you a profound harm. I will now try to undo what I have done.
For children: I’m writing a picture book about the Big Dipper and a novel about a cricket, a firefly and a vole. For grownups: I’m writing poems.