i'm kinda tired...
like too tired to blog right now so i decided i shall just take my favourite bits from the books strewn around my room and just post it up here for everybody to ooh and ahh over...
and of course this will not be like those bits of poetry that i sometimes use as a closing for some posts...

"Just so. For as everyone knows, when it is noon in the United States the sun is setting over France. If you could get to France in a twinkling, you could watch a sunset right now. Unfortunately France was too far away. But on your tiny planet, little prince, you only had to move your chair a few steps. You could watch night fall whenever you liked.
'One day,' you said, 'I watched the sunset forty-three times!'
And a little later he added:
'You know, when one is that sad, one can get to love the sunset.'
'Were you that sad, then, on the day of the forty-three sunsets?'
But the prince made no answer."
- The Little Prince, by Antoine de Saint-Exupery

" ... I have always loved the desert. You sit down on a sand dune. You see nothing. You hear nothing. Yet all the time something is radiating hrough the silence.
'What makes the desert beautiful,' said the little prince, 'is that somewhere it is hiding a well.' "
- The Little Prince, by Antoine de Saint-Exupery

" 'The north wind is alive,' the BFG said. 'It is moving. It touches you on the cheek and on the hands. But nobody is feeding it.' "
- The BFG, by Roald Dahl

"The crickets sang in the grasses. They sang the song of summer's ending, a sad, monotonous song. 'Summer is over and gone,' they sang. 'over and gone, over and gone. Summer is dying, dying.'
The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everyone that summertime cannot last forever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year - the days when summer is changing into autumn - the crickets spread the rumour of sadness and change."
- Charlotte's Web, by E. B. White

"The snows melted and ran away. The streams and ditches bubbled and chattered with rushing water. A sparrow with a squeaky breast arrived and sang. The light strengthed, the mornings came sooner. Almost every morning there was another new lamb in the sheepfold. The goose was sitting on nine eggs. The sky seemed wider and a warm wind blew. The last remaining strands of Charlotte's old web floated away and vanished."
- Charlotte's Web, by E. B. White

so these are the books that i grew up with...