In the peaceful peace of the rustic farm, in the warm light of the sun and the cold light of the moonlight, the wooden engine lives, as if expiating a tremendous guilt, groaning and crying...
Every generalization is a hypothesis.
Jules Poincaré
Patchwork quilt... I think that's what my life is... 'a patchwork quilt', the more it wears out the less beautiful it is. I'm made of so many scraps and my...
Anna Pollyanna
Where we are not is where we are fine. We are no longer in the past, and so it seems beautiful to us.
Anton Chekhov
Logic, like whiskey, loses its beneficial effect when taken in excessive quantities.
Lord Dunsany
trapped in a fairy tale just the two of us, we will find the way trapped in a gobeline that we both weave together, isolated from everyone with a language that just...
Jostein Gaarder