“ Wolf Winter,’ she said, her voice small. ‘I wanted to ask about it. You know, what it is.’He was silent for a long time. ‘It's the kind of winter that will remind us we are mortal,’ he said. ‘Mortal and alone. Cecilia Ekbäck
“ I looked long and hard for the paper roses! I found the reddest red ribbon, and a little golden card! We were all there together, many of us, in the same place; but I was the only one who found the pa… C. JoyBell C.
“ Any foolish boy can stamp on a beetle, but all the professors in the world cannot make a beetle. Arthur Schopenhauer
