There Are Things That Can't Be Said,

Fashion Is Fickle, And I Was Published Because I Was Fashionable. Because I Was Gay.

Outside The Leaves On The Trees Constricted Slightly; They Were The Deep Done Green Of The Beginning Of Autumn. It Was A Sunday In September. There Would Only Be Four. The Clouds Were High And The Swallows Would Be Here For Another Month Or So Before They Left For The South Before They Returned Again Next Summer.

Thomas Teal, A Luminous Translator Of Jansson's Twin Talent For Surface And Depth, Simplicity And Reverberation In Language, And Someone Who Knows Exactly How To Convey Her Gift For Sensing The Meaning Embedded In The Most Mundane Act Or Turn Of Phrase.

Books Mean All Possibilities. They Mean Moving Out Of Yourself, Losing Yourself, Dying Of Thirst And Living To Your Full. They Mean Everything.

It Is Important To Know The Stories And Histories Of Things, Even If All We Know Is That We Don't Know.