It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside. – Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib, 1941
There is something deep within us that sobs at endings. Why, God, does everything have to end? Why does all nature grow old? Why do spring and summer have to go? – Joe Wheeler
I dont write under the ghost of Faulkner. I live in the same town and find his life and work inspiring, but thats it. I have a motorcycle and tool along the country lanes. I travel at my own speed. – Barry Hannah
Its wonderful to be in love. And its definitely wonderful to cuddle and have sex and get to experience life with somebody. But its OK if you dont find him and youre 24. You can find it someday. – Leighton Meester