Judith

“Everything is like a wall.
Said a scholar to the troll.
Bang your head to go on through.
Then you'll see, there is no queue.”
― Will Advise, Nothing is here...

“Once a president gets to the White House, the only audience that is left that really matters is history.”
― Doris Kearns Goodwin

“That’s what I want, she thought, with the fiercest feeling of wanting she’d ever had in her life. She wanted that look her granny had, that look that told the world here I am, I’m somebody, and here is my life. I been young and old and in between, I loved a man, raised my children, worked, laughed, cried, and, see, even after all that, here I still am. “I’ll be”
― Pamela Duncan, Moon Women

“May had now set in, but up here among the hills, she was May by curtesy only; or if she was May, she would never be might. She was, indeed, only April with her showers and sunshine, her tearful, childish laughter, and again the frown, and the dispair irremediable. Nay, as if she still kept up a secret correspondence with her cousin March, banished for his rudeness, she would not very seldom shake from her skirts a snow storm, and oftener the dancing hail. Then out would come the sun behind her, and laugh, and say-- "I could not help THAT; but here I am all the same, coming to you as fast as I can!”
― George MacDonald, Sir Gibbie