Sculptor's Daughter

Most of the people are homesick anyway, and a little lonely, and they hide themselves in their hair and are turned into flowers.

I mean, anyone can let Danger out but the really clever thing is finding somewhere for it to go afterwards.

Life is an isle of sorrow, you live today and die tomorrow!

Everyone must imagine his own snakes because no one else's snakes can ever be as awful.

And if one doesn't dare to do something immediately then one never does it.

She put on a white dress and went around all day with roses in her hair and sang hymns.

There one is safe. In a museum or in a lap or in a tree. Perhaps under the bedclothes. But the best thing of all is to sit high up in a tree, that is if one isn't still inside one's Mummy's tummy.