Right Thing to Do

　　“I hate this fucking sentiment that you’re expressing. It’s a common one. The sacred child who must be cared for no matter what, no matter what the cost. You know, if this were a hundred years ago, Zach would have been left out in the woods. Because they knew —— they knew no baby deserved to suffer like that, and no mother deserved to suffer that way either. But we’ve lost that. We’ve completely lost our fucking minds, so now the ‘right thing to do’ is to make him suffer pain we wouldn’t wish on our worst enemy. That’s the civilized thing to do. To torture him to death inside his own body by refusing to let him die. He can’t even eat! What animal is kept alive past the point where it can't eat? It’s disgusting. It’s foul. I couldn’t watch it anymore. I couldn’t be part of it.”

The Girls from Corona del Mar, P134~135
Rufi Thrope
ISBN 978-0-385-35196-6

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Nomadic Thing

　　“Is a tree a nomad?” she asked, almost breathless with the beauty of this concept.

　　“I think so. Yeah, I think everything that exists would be a nomad, kind of. I don’t know. I haven’t read Leibniz in years.”

　　Lorrie just stared at him. She wanted to pick him up and shake him up and down until all of the amazing things inside of him came out, so that she could paw through all the ideas like a kid going through the fallen candy from a piñata.

　　“So with women, it seems like this nomadic thing, like the universe is actually going to change in response to the way they are changing themselves, and they are actually changing themselves by changing the way they looked at the universe. They are so much more in tune with their intuition than men, and their sense of destiny is more holistic and that demands this kind of integration, not only within society, but within themselves. They are looking to be right sized. So that they work right with all the other nomads and they are in harmony like they should be. So I guess when I said they were Luthers with vaginas, what I really means is tat they are going to take the holy book and translate it, so it isn’t in Latin anymore, but in their own tongue, and that’s going to change the nature of the book itself. Shazam!”

The Girls from Corona del Mar, P95
Rufi Thrope
ISBN 978-0-385-35196-6

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Pea-Proof Mattresses!

　　Pea-Proof Mattresses!

　　Princess Mattresses are truly fit for royalty! Don't lose another second of sleep to pesky peas placed precisely under your posterior!

Hildie Bitterpickles Needs Her Sleep
by Robin Newman, illustrated by Chris Ewald
ISBN 978-1-939547-23-1

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Hildie and Clawdia

　　There's a little - known secret about Hildie Bitterpickles. She needs her sleep.

　　Every night brushes her teeth, puts away her spell book, and goes to bed with her cat, Clawdia.

　　Until the night when Hildie's quiet neighborhood changed.

　　Someone moved in next door. A very big someone. A very loud someone.

　　... ...

Hildie Bitterpickles Needs Her Sleep
by Robin Newman, illustrated by Chris Ewald
ISBN 978-1-939547-23-1

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你是天上最明亮的那颗星星

妈妈送我一只小布狗，要我别再伤心。

我知道，你是风，你是云，你是天上最明亮的那颗星星。

≪我的世界都是你≫
几米 作品
ISBN 978-986-213-677-5

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你知道天堂在哪里吗？

你是不是很想去找他？
当然。你知道天堂在哪里吗？

天堂？应该就是在天上吧！
那里很好玩吗？为什么去了就不回来呢？

≪我的世界都是你≫
几米 作品
ISBN 978-986-213-677-5

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嗨，请问你是鬼吗？

嗨，
请问你是鬼吗？

我不是鬼，我是园丁。
以前住过这个房间，在附近的森林里研究各种奇妙的植物。

嗨，你不是鬼吧！
鬼会弹钢琴吗？

我不是鬼，我是搬运工。
在我最落魄的那段日子，住过这个房间。

≪我的世界都是你≫
几米 作品
ISBN 978-986-213-677-5

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Shadows of Ourselves

　　"D'you think people leave impressions of themselves in a place?" I asked.

　　"After they've died, you mean?"

　　I scored a cross in a square. "No, after they've been somewhere." I told him about the flashback images of my childhood. "It happened a few times while we've been on Bryher. Like the island is covered with traces of me from the past."

　　"Maybe it is." Uman made a nought, won the game.

　　"Wouldn't it be weird if we left millions of shadows of ourselves wherever we went?"

　　He seemed to give it some thought. "Or what if there are millions of shadows of us in all the places in the world we haven't been to yet," he said, "just waiting for us to make them real?"

　　I frowned. "How would that work?"

　　"Oh, and your idea does work?"

　　"Yeah, I mean, if you walk along this beach," I gesture at the wet sand, "you're going to leave a trail of footprints behind you —— but you can't leave footprints ahead of you."

　　"Not literally, no." He'd scuffed out the game and was marking the grid for a new one. "But in here," he tapped his head, "you can leave footprints wherever you like."

Twenty Questions for Gloria, p263
Martin Bedford
ISBN 978-1-4063-6353-1

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It's Saturday

　　"On Saturday, breakfast is much better."

　　"Slurp!"

　　"Glug! Glug!"

　　"See - it's the same but it tastes so much better."

　　"And that's because it's SATURDAY!"

The Big Wet Balloon, P8
by Liniers
ISBN 978-1-935179-32-0

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