Sophie

“I did not want to think about people. I wanted the trees, the scents and colors, the shifting shadows of the wood, which spoke a language I understood. I wished I could simply disappear in it, live like a bird or a fox through the winter, and leave the things I had glimpsed to resolve themselves without me.”
― Patricia A. McKillip, Winter Rose

“Women want love to be a novel. Men, a short story.”
― Daphne du Maurier

“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.”
― William Wordsworth

“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”
― Albert Camus