Then she added, ‘Don’t hang around like this; it’s irritating. You made up your mind to leave. Now go.’ For she didn’t want him to see her crying. She was such a proud flower….

I need to put up with two or three caterpillars if I want to get to know the butterflies.

If someone loves a flower of which just one exists among all the millions and millions of stars, that’s enough to make him happy when he looks at the stars.

Give me the butt holes and whatever.