Philippa Pearce

On ne se défait pas aisément d'une habitude de solitude prise dans l'enfance. En fait, on peut la garder toute sa vie.

Et je compris alors, Tom, que le jardin changeait tout le temps, parce que rien ne reste figé, si ce n'est dans notre mémoire.

There is a time, between night and day, when landscapes sleep. Only the earliest riser sees that hour, or the all-night traveller, letting up the blind of his railway-carriage window, will look out on a rushing landscape of stillness, in which trees and bushes and plants stand immobile and breathless in sleep—wrapped in sleep, as the traveller himself wrapped his body in his great-coat or his rug the night before.