“The Ladybug wears no disguises.She is just what she advertises.A speckled spectacle of spring,A fashion statement on the wing....A miniature orange kite.A tiny dot-to-dot delight.”

“THERE IT IS,’ my mother says, and what she means is that the dot we’ve been nearing for weeks, the one that’s been growing into a larger dot with two smaller dots circling it, has now become even larger than that, growing from a dot to a disc, shining back the light from its sun, until you can see the blue of its oceans, the green of its forests, the white of its polar caps, a circle of colour against the black beyond.”

“Please bury me in the library With a dozen long-stemmed proses”

“LibrariesAreNeccessaryGardens,UnsurpassedAtGrowingExcitement”

“I won't be sad too often,If they bury me in the libraryWith bookworms in my coffin.”

“A great book is a homing deviceFor navigating paradise.A good book somehow makes you careAbout the comfort of a chair.A bad book owes to many treesA forest of apologies.”

“Spotted Park BenchI am a park bench.Ordinary words cannotexpress my thoughts on birds.”