My Bag Was As Light As My

... 'i've Been Doing Everything For An Awfully Long Time, And I've Seen And Lived As Hard As I Could, And It's Been Unbelievable, I Tell You, Unbelievable. But Now I Have The Feeling Everything's Gliding Away From Me, And I Don't Remember, And I Don't Care, And Yet Now Is Right When I Need It!'. [pp. 84-85]

Making A Journey By Night Is More Wonderful Than Anything In The World.

Christmas Always Rustled. It Rustled Every Time, Mysteriously, With Silver And Gold Paper, Tissue Paper And A Rich Abundance Of Shiny Paper, Decorating And Hiding Everything And Giving A Feeling Of Reckless Extravagance.

Lie On The Bridge And Watch The Water Flowing Past. Or Run, Or Wade Through The Swamp In Your Red Boots. Or Roll Yourself Up And Listen To The Rain Falling On The Roof. It's Very Easy To Enjoy Yourself.

They Were Always Doing Something. Quietly, Without Interruption, And With Great Concentration, They Carried On With The Hundred-and-one Small Things That Made Up Their World.