“I refuse to believe we are in the city of happiness and that instead we are all ones who walked away . . . Then I think we are all in the closet. Too stupid to understand what life we could have outside the walls around us.”
″...in their rough, kind way they had tried to keep their burdens of living from bearing also on his young shoulders. Though his brain told him these things, his heart still cried for Lassie.”
“Sheltered under the pine-tree branches, they hardly felt the autumn gales and if it rained, the children crept underneath a giant toadstool to keep dry.”