Enjoy the stillness, sweet snail! Savor the spring breeze while it still means something! Soon enough, like summer tempests your tears will come!

I'm the old type setter who gets his blood poisoned from the ink.

it has been a difficult spring and summer.

Those who left us in winter are still within reach, they are the sizzle of summer and the floret of spring.

I would say it's going to be a group effort. What we've done since last spring and over the summer is come together as a group. We've worked on that, trying to build better chemistry.

It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.