“They were put into my pockets by Weena, when I traveled into Time.”
“My pockets had always puzzled Weena, but at the last she had concluded that they were an eccentric kind of vase for floral decoration.”
“I put things down on sheets of paper and stuff them in my pockets. When I have enough, I have a book.”
“Gave her love away, put it in my pocket when it should of been framed!”
“When I sit near you, my hands suddenly become alien things and I don't know where to put them or what they usually do, like this is the first time I've ever had hands and maybe they go in my pockets and maybe they don't.”
“But here must end the story of my life,And happy were I in my timely deathCould all my travels warrant me they live.”