Book: The distant hours

He read the definition: "acute nostalgia", and Percy with the reckless confidence of youth I thought: what a strange concept! She didn't understand why someone would look for a return to the past, when all the fun is hiding in the future.

Oh, but I love the clouds! They are much harder than clear sky. If they were people, with them I would have tried to become better acquainted. Much more interesting to guess what hides behind the layers of clouds than ever to enjoy a simple, clean, gentle blue.

Love does not care about the condemnation of society, class structure, decency or common sense.

Is the expression "free as a bird" but the bird is not free, how Saffi can judge: they are related to each other habits, seasonal needs, biology, nature, by its origin to light. No more free than others.

Friends should be valued, regardless of their origin.

I'm good with words, but only in thought, and often think how wonderful it would be to have a relationship on paper only. I guess in a sense I do, because I have hundreds of friends of a different kind, living in the gutters, on countless gorgeous printed pages among the stories that unfold each time the same, but not lose its charm, take by the hand and conduct through the gates into the worlds of panic fear and enthusiastic joy. Delightful, loyal, worthy... some of them - a real fount of sage advice... but, unfortunately, they cannot be asked to live for a month or two.

The house is not just a set of material constituents; it is a repository of memories, a vessel of everything that happened within its walls.