Virginia

“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

“It is the honey which makes us cruel enough to ignore the death of a bee”
― Munia Khan

“She was drawn to the wild warriors, they had to have a little gypsy in their veins.”
― Nikki Rowe

“It was the hour when snow goes blue
and streetlights come on and a hare may
pause on the tree line as still as a word in a book.”
― Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red: A Novel in Verse