“You are my sticky little leaf. My beautiful, sad, sticky little leaf, and I want to see you happy and whole.”

“She is not my equal; she is my better. She is my sticky little leaf.”

“I am covered with fine gold," said the Prince, "you must take it off, leaf by leaf, and give it to my poor.”

“Little WordsWhen you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf,Nor singing sea at night, nor silver birds;And I can only stare, and shape my griefIn little words.I cannot conjure loveliness, to drownThe bitter woe that racks my cords apart.The weary pen that sets my sorrow downFeeds at my heart.There is no mercy in the shifting year,No beauty wraps me tenderly about.I turn to little words- so you, my dear,Can spell them out.”

“In the light of the moon a little egg lay on a leaf”

“As she read, at peace with the world and happy as only a little girl could be with a fine book and a little bowl of candy, and all alone in the house, the leaf shadows shifted and the afternoon passed. ”