January is the month for dreaming.

Lilacs are May in essence.

November is chill, frosted mornings with a silver sun rising behind the trees, red cardinals at the feeders, and squirrels running scallops along the tops of the gray stone walls.

June is the gateway to summer.

In March winter is holding back and spring is pulling forward. Something holds and something pulls inside of us too.

Some days confidence shrinks to the size of a pea, and the backbone feels like a feather. We want to be somewhere else, and don't know where - want to be someone else and don't know who.

In July everybody you telephone is somewhere else - either on the beach or on vacation, and half the time you're somewhere else too.

I love planting bulbs. It is making promises with tomorrow, believing in next year and the future.

When you plant early, you bring spring early.

Develop a strong thirst for positive associations and learning from others, because the right people can take you further than you can go on your own.

She's cute, I thought, but you don't need to like a girl who treats you like you're ten: You've already got a mom.

He was dazed, the soft thoughts sinking slowly in. A son. Even a daughter. His child. Immortality. A chance to make good. Pass on the hard lessons learned.

We have only to conquer Now, by suffering. This is the easier victory.Now is the triumph of the cross.

Her lips were frosted with sugar and faeriedust.

Here sleeps Saon, of Acanthus, son of Dicon, a holy sleep: say not that the good die.

I was growing, so I had to scrunch my feet up. Now people are like: "Why do you have so many shoes." I jump at the fact that I can wear something new everyday.

There is so much pressure to look a certain way in this town. But it's nice to have a little meat on you, and I hope I inspire women to appreciate their muscular calves.

I most carefully confined myself to facts and arranged those facts on as thin a line of connecting opinion as possible.

I don’t deny that there can be an element of escapism in mountaineering, but this should never overshadow its real essence, which is not escape but victory over your own human frailty.