Taylor

“One sort of optional thing you might do is to realize there are six seasons instead of four. The poetry of four seasons is all wrong for this part of the planet, and this may explain why we are so depressed so much of the time. I mean, Spring doesn’t feel like Spring a lot of the time, and November is all wrong for Fall and so on. Here is the truth about the seasons: Spring is May and June! What could be springier than May and June? Summer is July and August. Really hot, right? Autumn is September and October. See the pumpkins? Smell those burning leaves. Next comes the season called “Locking.” That is when Nature shuts everything down. November and December aren’t Winter. They’re Locking. Next comes Winter, January and February. Boy! Are they ever cold! What comes next? Not Spring. Unlocking comes next. What else could April be?”
― Kurt Vonnegut, If This Isn't Nice, What Is?: Advice for the Young

“This is a terrible place to die in.
Where's a good one?”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West

“Don’t give up on books. They feel so good—their friendly heft. The sweet reluctance of their pages when you turn them with your sensitive fingertips. A large part of our brains is devoted to deciding what our hands are touching, is good or bad for us. Any brain worth a nickel knows books are good for us.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, If This Isn't Nice, What Is?: Advice for the Young

“That is the first thing I know for sure: (1.) If the questions don't make sense, neither will the answers.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, The Sirens of Titan