“I heard you went to Ireland...I haven't seen it in many years. Is it still green then, and beautiful?Wet as a bath sponge and mud to the knees but, aye, it was green enough.”
“There are too many books I haven't read, too many places I haven't seen, too many memories I haven't kept long enough”
“And from then on, I bathed in the Poem of the Sea, star-infused, and opalescent,devouring green azures”
“For still there are so many thingsthat I have never seen:in every wood in every springthere is a different green.”
“I say, if your knees aren’t green by the end of the day, you ought to seriously re-examine your life.”
“His smile and beautiful green eyes drew me in and made my knees weak..."You know, my heart almost stopped when you kissed me.”