But there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when she felt it was almost indecent to intrude on the woods…for their glory terrestrial had departed and their glory celestial of spirit and purity and whiteness had not yet come upon them.

The ghosts of things that never happened are worse than the ghosts of things that did.

Nathan always believed his wife was trying to poison him but he didn't seem to mind. He said it made life kind of exciting.

I don't like green Christmases. They're not green—they're just nasty faded browns and grays.

A cold in the head in June is an immoral thing.

brains last, beauty doesn't.

I know I chatter on far too much... but if you only knew how many things I want to say and don't. Give me SOME credit.