I am a moonbeam free to go whenever I choose.
Don't you know no one can escapethe power of creatures reaching outwith breath alone?
(Everyday life is like a sack: with holes. And you carry it anyway.)
There are books so alive that you're always afraid that while you weren't reading, the book has gone and changed, has shifted like a river; while you went on living, it went on living too, and like a...