← How many times have I told myself: "Dear God, the little one, she's not enough of a flirt! Always the same dress and she doesn't even comb her hair. The boys won't see anyone but Ismene with her curls and her ribbons and they'll leave me to look after the other one. 🔊✎
← Who used to cry sometimes, when she was just a little girl, because she couldn't stop thinking there were so many animals in the fields, so many blades of grass that she would never have time to see all of them? 🔊✎
← all you need is a little nudge to set it going, anything will do, a glance at a girl you pass in the street who's lifting up her arms as you go by her, a feeling when you wake up in the morning that people aren't really treating you right, one question too many that you ask yourself late at night... 🔊✎
← At least the animals are simple and kind and tough. They move forward bravely on the same road, each one pushing the one in front. If one of them drops dead, the others go on, and it doesn't matter how many die, there's always one of each species left to make more and carry on down the same road, just as they always have. 🔊✎