“It (suicide) became a possibility like Maybe when I grow up, I will be dead. Life was a cake that looked good on the bakery shelf but turned to sawdust and salt when I ate it.”

“Life was a cake that looked good on the bakery shelf but turned to sawdust and salt when I ate it.”

“I did work in a bakery for one day. But the boss went off and when he came back I was lying on the floor eating cakes.”

“Happy," said Thomas. "When I grow up, I am going to be happy."Mrs. van Amersfoort was about to pull a book from the shelf, but turned in surprise. She looked at Thomas with a smile and said, "That is a damn good idea. And do you know how happiness begins? It begins with no longer being afraid.”

“That cake tasted good. But the cake in the garbage tasted better. It was the best cake I ever ate.”

“He would go to the bakery for a cake, and somewhere in the shop-I had never discovered where; it was one of the few secrets I had not fathomed-he kept a candle, which came out on this day every year, was lit, and which I blew out, with as good an impression of happiness as I could muster. Then we ate the cake, with tea, and settled down to quiet digestion and cataloging.”