“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)
“I write because there is something I don’t understand, or something that is haunting me. I write to find consolation. I write to discover in things I once found distressing or even unbearable, a beautiful pattern and shape. I write out of love for the people who inspire me. I write to uncover the sublime that rests inside the ordinary tasks and experiences of every day. I write to make my readers smile or even laugh. I write to keep my readers company. I write so that I can say aloud what I’ve been secretly thinking.”
~Finuala Dowling, South African Poet and Writer (b. June 1962)
“We can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.”
–from The Mill on the Floss by George Eliot (b. 22 November 1819 – d. 22 December 1880)
“The beginning is always today.”
~ Mary Shelley (b. 30 August 1797 – d. 1 February 1851)
“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)
“They came on one of April’s most brilliant days – a day as sparkling as a newly-washed lemon…a day when even the shadows were a melange of blue and orange and jade, like the shadows that poured from the tipsy brush of Monet.”
~ Beverley Nichols, British author (b. 9 September 1898 – d. 15 September 1983)
“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
‘Winter is dead.’”
~ A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young
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