“ So they drove again, Vivien sitting up and looking now, but as navigator only, letting the desert scratch its own thorny poetry on the enormous moon. Douglas Woolf
“ Anger was simple, self-sustaining as a cactus. You couldn't look too closely at it, lest the spines get you in the eye. Rebecca Scherm
“ The cactus thrives in the desert while the fern thrives in the wetland.The fool will try to plant them in the same flowerbox.The florist will sigh and add a wall divider and proper soil to both sides.… Vera Nazarian
“ He unlaced his arms and took a step forward. "You hurt?""Not badly." She tried to smile, but her lips only curved on one side. "My main problem is that I'm stuck to a cactus."(...)"How'd you manage to… Karen Witemeyer
