For anyone who lives in the oak-and-maple area of New England there is a perennial temptation to plunge into a purple sea of adjectives about October. – Hal Borland, c.1961
October sunshine bathed the park with such a melting light that it had the dimmed impressive look of a landscape by an old master. Leaves, one, two at a time, sidled down through the windless air. – Elizabeth Enright, “Apple Seed and Apple Thorn,” 1953
October is the month for painted leaves…. As fruits and leaves and the day itself acquire a bright tint just before they fall, so the year near its setting. October is its sunset sky; November the later twilight. – Henry David Thoreau, “Autumnal Tints”
How do you make any sense of history, art or literature without knowing the stories and iconography of your own culture and all the worlds main religions? – Polly Toynbee
I remember my mom saying that after you have a baby you get really thin. So you gain all that weight and then you just lose it and keep losing it. – Arizona Muse
