[L]et us linger awhile in the wonderful old Lilac walk. It is a glory of tender green and shaded amethyst and grateful hum of bees, the very voice of Spring. – Alice Morse Earle, “In Lilac Tide,” Old-Time Gardens Newly Set Forth, 1901
Mine are the deep-seated fears established when we are children, and they never quite go away: the fear of being helpless, the fear of being trapped, the fear of being out of control. – Virginia C. Andrews