"here are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don’t have the words in my head
Days are passing by and all the leaves are changing too
But time won’t change the things unsaid"
"Right now everything looks so strange to me, as if I don’t belong here. It’s me that’s out of place. And the worst thing is that I feel there’s somewhere I do belong, but I just can’t find it."
"The library in summer is the most wonderful thing because there you get books on any subject and read them each for only as long as they hold your interest, abandoning any that don’t, halfway or a quarter of the way through if you like, and store up all that knowledge in the happy corners of your mind for your own self and not to show off how much you know or spit it back at your teacher on a test paper."
Polly Horvath, My One Hundred Adventures