I was very much worried, for it was becoming clear to me that the breakdown of my plane was extremely serious. And I had so little drinking-water left that I had to fear for the worst. The little prince never let go of a question, once he had asked it. As for me, I was upset over that bolt. There was a moment of complete silence.
Flowers are weak creatures.
They are na ve. They reassure themselves as best they can. They believe that their thorns are terrible weapons . . . I did not answer. I don't believe anything.