“She plucked a twig and broke it, but she found no spring in it.”
“She said she wanted to be a raindrop and today it finally broke us. She’d found her own to fall with, her own to fall for. Today, she was a raindrop.”
“Flowers are the beautiful hairs of the Mother Spring! Don’t pluck them!”
“In the forest, in the forest, silence had cast a spell over all things. She plucked a great bouquet of daffodils and snowdrops, and tenderly held them to her, and tenderly kissed their fresh spring faces. She did not sing at all, but sat silent, expectant, and wondering, till her flowers faded and withered in her hands.”
“Look Samuel!” She points to the couple—I noticing a twig sticking out of her hair. “Mannequins.”
“She did worse than break the law, she broke the rules”