May Oliveros

“January. It was all things. And it was one thing, like a solid door. Its cold sealed the city in a gray capsule. January was moments, and January was a year. January rained the moments down, and froze them in her memory: [...]Every human action seemed to yield a magic. January was a two-faced month, jangling like jester's bells, crackling like snow crust, pure as any beginning, grim as an old man, mysteriously familiar yet unknown, like a word one can almost but not quite define.”
― Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

“Beware the autumn people”
― Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes

“Journeys end in lovers meeting”
― Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

“Be serious,” said Enjolras. “I am wild,” replied Grantaire.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables