Metamorphosis is the most profound of all acts.
All jobs are odd, or they would be games or naps or picnics.
... relationships required such vigilance, such attention. You had to hold them together by force of will, and other people took up so much space, demanded so much time. It was exhausting.
Snow is the beginning and the end of everything.
I looked at this man and thought: Oh, how we are going to hurt each other.
... but as has been said, September read often, and liked it best when words did not pretend to be simple, but put on their full armor and rode out with colors flying.