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- I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.
- Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
- I realized that If I had to choose, I would rather have birds than airplanes.
- Charles Lindbergh (1902 - 1974), Interview shortly before his death, 1974
- Glamour, that trans-human aura or power to attract imitation, is a kind of vessel into which dreams are poured, and some vessels are simply worthier than others... A beautiful woman can turn heads but real glamour has a deeper pull... Glamour [is] the power to rearrange people's emotions, which, in effect, is the power to control one's environment.
- Arthur Miller (1915 - 2005)
- Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers, that the mind can never break off from the journey.
- Pat Conroy (1945 - ), The Prince of Tides
- I think that parents only get so offended by television because they rely on it as a babysitter and the sole educator of their kids.
- Trey Parker and Matt Stone, South Park, Death, 1997
- And for the season it was winter, and they that know the winters of that country know them to be sharp and violent, and subject to cruel and fierce storms.
- William Bradford (1590 - 1657), Of Plymouth Plantation
- The tendinous part of the mind, so to speak, is more developed in winter; the fleshy, in summer. I should say winter had given the bone and sinew to literature, summer the tissues and the blood.
- John Burroughs (1837 - 1921), The Snow-Walkers
- O Winter! ruler of the inverted year, . . . I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fireside enjoyments, home-born happiness, And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturb'd Retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening, know.
- William Cowper (1731 - 1800), Task (bk. IV, l. 120)
- There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons-- That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes--
- Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), No. 258
- Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.
- Robert Frost (1874 - 1963), Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
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