I Don't Want To Go

Nobody Really Wants Us. So Let Us Watch And Say Jaggy Things, In The Hope That Some Of Them Will Hurt.

Can Anything Harm Us, Mother, After The Night-lights Are Lit?" Nothing, Precious," She Said; "they Are The Eyes A Mother Leaves Behind Her To Guard Her Children.

And If He Forgets Them So Quickly," Wendy Argued, "how Can We Expect That He Will Go On Remembering Us?

I Am Not Young Enough To Know Everything.

Temper Is A Weapon That We Hold By The Blade.