The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and intimate on the skin as to be embarrassing.
Dan SimmonsWar must never be a condition but, rather, a temporary scourge which we suffer as a child does a fever, knowing that health follows the long night of pain and that peace is health.
Dan SimmonsI knew that I wanted to be a writer even before I knew exactly what being a writer entailed
Dan SimmonsIt's one of the strangest attributes of this profession that when we writers get exhausted writing one thing, we relax by writing another.
Dan Simmons