Девочка, которая объехала Волшебную Страну на самодельном корабле

Осень – душа метаморфоз, время, когда мир замирает на пороге зимы, то есть на пороге Смерти, но еще не обрушивается в нее. Это противоречивый мир – пора урожая и изобилия, но также холода и невзгод. Здесь мы ныряем в самую гущу жизни, но не забываем о том, что все проходит и увядает. Осень обращает мир из одного состояния в другое. Год становится зрелым и мудрым, но еще не дряхлым и слабоумным.

Do not ruin today with mourning tomorrow.

- I am Death. I thought that was obvious.

- But you are so small!

- Only because you are small. You are young and far from your Death, September, so I seem as anything would seem if you saw it from a long way off - very small, very harmless. But I am always closer than I appear. As you grow, I shall grow with you, until at the end, I shall loom huge and dark over your bed, and you will shut your eyes so as not to see me.

Не омрачай день сегодняшний, оплакивая день завтрашний.

“This is a very secret place, September. And a very sad one. Each of these clocks belongs to a child who has come to Fairyland. When it chimes midnight, the child is sent home--all in a huff, whether she asked to go or not! Some clocks run fast, so fast a boy might dwell in Fairyland for no more than an hour. He wakes up, and what a lovely dream he had! Some run slow, and a girl might spend her whole life in Fairyland, years upon years, until she is snapped horribly back home to mourn her loss for the rest of her days. You can never know how your clock runs. But it does run, and always faster than you think.”