Having the rug pulled from under one, and flying magic carpets — cousin events?

Your window square a yellow kite, and the Moon a white balloon

I made a sorry face in response to such strong insistence, but I couldn’t believe him. Fantasies were exactly that..…..fantasies. Whimsy. Wishes. Mere castles in the sky without foundation or substance. Dreams didn’t come true....

Every girl needs a bit of whimsy to remind her that life is a game and it’s all about having fun.

To have endured all the horrors he did, to have seen the worst of humanity and have your life made unrecognizable by it, to come out of all that the honorable and brave and good...

On a certain day in the blue-moon month of SeptemberBeneath a young plum tree, quietlyI held her there, my quiet, pale belovedIn my arms just like a graceful dream.And over us in the beautiful summer...

You mere device,” he gnarled. “You platitude! Your Gollux ex machina!

What’s life without whimsy?

There’s no backward and no forward, no day other than this. You fill your cart as you go, and that’s that.

Sun-struck, stuck in mid tropic strut, it sometimes standsas if considering how to cool avian plastic,dive into the mown lagoon of lawn;how take flight on dayglow flap-doodle wings, no matterif it is ball-bald going nowhere...

You must not ever stop being whimsical. And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life.

Will you treat people who make you miserable, as prison guards, or travel agents?