“There was nothing like having a dead husband return from the grave to ruin a fine spring morning.”
“No home anymore. Nowhere to return. My house is a ruin, a cemetery. You may yearn for the grave, but just try living there.”
“Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring”
“I've just vowed my love for you. Have you nothing to say in return?" Duncan asked."Thank you, husband.”
“I did nothing but run away from the time I was a puppy, and I kept on running and roving until one fine morning - a very fine morning, with the sun in my eyes - I fell over the world's edge chasing a butterfly.”
“on the morning of many a first spring day...the woods were bathed in so pure and bright a light as would have waked the dead. There needs no stronger proof of immortality.”