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“Caught in the doldrums of August we may have regretted the departing summer, having sighed over the vanished strawberries and all that they signified. Now, however, we look forward almost eagerly to winter's approach. We forget the fogs, the slush, the sore throats an the price of coal, we think only of long evenings by lamplight, of the books which we are really going to read this time, of the bright shop windows and the keen edge of the early frosts.”
― Denis Mackail, Greenery Street

“Is any story not always the narrator's story, in the end?”
― Lee Smith, Guests on Earth

“Our lives are made of moments strung together, life and death along a never-ending stream we call life.”
― Leigh Calvez, The Hidden Lives of Owls: The Science and Spirit of Nature's Most Elusive Birds

“She was almost in love with him. No, that’s impossible, she thought: either you are or you aren’t. Love’s the only thing in this world that is unequivocal. There are different kinds of love, certainly, but it’s a you-do or you-don’t proposition with them all." (Chapter 1)”
― Harper Lee, Go Set a Watchman