The Patchwork Girl of OZ L. Frank Baum
The Patchwork Girl of OZ L. Frank Baum
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Adventures of the Black Girl in Her Search for God - Bernard Shaw
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
"Americans should know the universe itself as a road, as many roads, as roads for traveling souls."
-Walt WhitmanThey have their worries, they’re counting the miles, they’re thinking about where to sleep tonight, how much money for gas, the weather, how they’ll get there—and all the time they’ll get there anyway, you see.
-Jack Kerouac
The Adventures of Countess T - A Lady
I am a little world made cunningly
Of elements, and an angelic sprite; - John Donne
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Sherlocko the Monk - Gus Mager
Voices mysterious far and near,
Sound of the wind and sound of the sea,
Are calling and whispering in my ear,
Whifflingpin! Why stayest thou here?
The Black Monk - Anton Chekhov
The Black Dwarf - Sir Walter Scott
Voices mysterious far and near,
Sound of the wind and sound of the sea,
Are calling and whispering in my ear,
Whifflingpin! Why stayest thou here?
The Red Dwarf - Michel Tournier
I am a little world made cunningly
Of elements, and an angelic sprite; - John Donne
Redwall Brian Jacquas
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
The House with a Clock in its Walls - John Bellairs
I am a little world made cunningly
Of elements, and an angelic sprite; - John Donne
The House of Seven Gables by Nathaniel Hawthorne
"Where mind meets matter, both should woo!"Currently reading:
* Paradise Lost by John Milton
Snow White And The Seven Dwarves - Brothers Grimm
White Snow, Bright Snow - Alvin Tresselt
Miss Smilla's feeling for snow - Peter Hoeg
Voices mysterious far and near,
Sound of the wind and sound of the sea,
Are calling and whispering in my ear,
Whifflingpin! Why stayest thou here?
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