A man who doesn't dream is like a man who doesn't sweat. He stores up a lot of poison..

He loved her, he loved her, and until he'd loved her she had never minded being alone..

Did you ever, in that wonderland wilderness of adolesence [sic] ever, quite unexpectedly, see something, a dusk sky, a wild bird, a landscape, so exq….

I was terribly sure trees and flowers were the same as birds or people. That they thought things and talked among themselves. And we could hear them ….