“ Life and death lived inside each other. That's what occured to me. Death was inside all of us, waiting for warmer nights, a compromised system, a beetle, as in the now dying black timber on the mountains. Peter Heller
“ 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
