I am a moonbeam free to go whenever I choose.
(Everyday life is like a sack: with holes. And you carry it anyway.)
Don't you know no one can escapethe power of creatures reaching outwith breath alone?
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...