“here in the summer desert, winter found my blood”

“I realized, through it all, that.. in the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.”

“Moss is selected to be the emblem of maternal love, because, like that love, it glads the heart when the winter of adversity overtakes us, and when summer friends have deserted us.”

“For me, it was almost like winter didn’t count. Summer was what mattered. My whole life was measured in summers.”

“And it seemed to me that there were firesFlying till dawn without numberAnd I never found out things-thoseStrange eyes of his-what colour?Everything trembling and singing andWere you my enemy or my friend,Winter was it or summer?”

“When I was young, I loved summer and hated winter. When I got older I loved winter and hated summer. Now that I’m even older, and wiser, I hate both summer and winter.”