“The last days of November write their own pages.”
~ Keith Wynn
November
American Writers
October
“I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind.
I think sideways. I think it all.
If it exists, I’ve fucking thought of it.”
˜Winona Ryder (American Actress, b. October 29, 1971)
June
“What really knocks me out is a book that, when you’re all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it.
That doesn’t happen much, though.”
~ J.D. Salinger (b. January 1, 1919 – d. January 27, 2010)
February
“Twenty years from now, you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than those you did.
So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from safe harbour. Cast the wind in your sail.
Explore. Dream. Discover.”
~Mark Twain (b. November 30, 1835 – d. April 21, 1910)
January 2025
“Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come / Whispering ‘it will be happier’…” ~from “Robin Hood and Maid Marion”
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (b. 6 August 1809 – d. 6 October 1892)
November
“How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.”
~ John Burroughs (b. April 3, 1837 – d. March 29, 1921)
April
“A gush of bird-song, a patter of dew,
A cloud, and a rainbow’s warning,
Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue—An April day in the morning.”
~ Harriet Prescott Spofford, (b. April 3, 1835 – d. August 14, 1921)
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