“One bright day in the last week of February, I was walking in the park, enjoying the threefold luxury of solitude, a book, and pleasant weather.”

“...nothing could be more pleasant than to live in solitude, enjoy the spectacle of nature, and occasionally read some book...”

“The abbreviated exam week meant that Wednesday was the last day of school for us. And all day long, it was hard not to walk around, thinking about the lastness of it all.”

“I miss your face. That big bright smile. You always had it, in any weather. It's hard for me to find one these days. These cold November days. Except when I think of you.”

“Last February had 29 days. It wasn’t a leap year, but me and 28 of my clones each remember that month as if it were a day.”

“He that loves a book will never want a [close] friend,a wholesome counselor, a cheerful companion, an effectual comforter.By study, by reading, by thinking, one may innocentlydivert and pleasantly entertain himself,as in all weathers, as in all fortunes.”