You and I, being grown-up and having lost our hearts at least twice or thrice along the way, might shut our eyes and cry out: Not that way, child! But as we have said, September was Somewhat Heartless, and felt herself reasonably safe on that road. Children always do.

Truly, Autumn is my season,” the scarlet beast chorted. “Spring and Summer and Winter all begin with such late letters! But Autumn and Fall, I have loved best, because they are best to love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

It's Latin, which is an excellent language for mischief-making, which is why governments are so fond of it.

I am freedom and I will eat your heart

Marya pinned out her childhood like a butterfly. She considered it the way a mathematician considers an equation.

It is well known that reading quickens the growth of a heart like nothing else.