Abigail Ledwith

“On Monday, when the sun is hot I wonder to myself a lot: “Now is it true, or is it not, “That what is which and which is what?” On Tuesday, when it hails and snows, The feeling on me grows and grows That hardly anybody knows If those are these or these are those. On Wednesday, when the sky is blue, And I have nothing else to do, I sometimes wonder if it’s true That who is what and what is who. On Thursday, when it starts to freeze And hoar-frost twinkles on the trees, How very readily one sees That these are whose—but whose are these? On”
― A.A. Milne, Winnie the Pooh

“The sirens were getting louder as Damino ran to him, handcuffing Khalizad from behind and putting her in the vehicle. Together they lifted the inert Afnan and his cart into the van’s cargo space.”
― Karl Braungart, Triple Deception

“During the Fireside Chats, half the country tuned in on their radios, and it was said that on hot summer nights when people had their windows open, one could walk through the residential downtown of a large city and hardly miss a word.”
― Dale A. Jenkins, Diplomats & Admirals: From Failed Negotiations and Tragic Misjudgments to Powerful Leaders and Heroic Deeds, the Untold Story of the Pacific War from Pearl Harbor to Midway

“When you play a game of thrones you win or you die.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones