“The vase was placed upon my desk, and there were orange-blossoms in it—orange-blossoms, in an English winter!”

“And everywhere girls, tumbling from trees like orange blossoms and hitting the earth with sickening thuds. They crack open.”

“A dead hydrangea is as intricate and lovely as one in bloom. Bleak sky is as seductive as sunshine, miniature orange trees without blossom or fruit are not defective; they are that.”

“He smelled the salt on his own lips and the orange blossoms in her hair. Real ones, he could see now, tucked into the curls with cheap, native combs. The sight of them gave him hope.”

“But I have always thought that these tulips must have had names. They were red, and orange and red, and red and orange and yellow, like the ember in a nursery fire of a winter's evening. I remember them.”

“Humility rests upon the shores of your sorrows and blossoms upon the mountain of your faith”