“Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head,
and close your sleepy eyes
And when again they open,
the sun will rise.
Here it’s safe,here it’s warm
Here the daisies guard you
from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet
and tomorrow brings them truer
Here is the place where..
I love you”
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“Surely it is an odd way to spend your life - sitting alone in a room with a pen in your hand, hour after hour, day after day, year after year, struggling to put words on pieces of paper in order to give birth to what does not exist, except in your head. Why on earth would anyone want to do such a thing? The only answer I have ever been able to come up with is: because you have to, because you have no choice.”
“Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is a proof that humans are capable of magic.”