Summer gathered in the weather, the wind had the proper touch, the breathing of the world was long and warm and slow. You had only to rise, lean from your window, and know that this was the first real time of freedom and living; this was the first morning of summer.
-Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
Let me keep my distance, always, from those
who think they have the answers.
Let me keep company always with those who say "Look!" and laugh in astonishment,
and bow their heads.
― Mary Oliver, Evidence: Poems
Description begins in the writer’s imagination, but should finish in the reader’s.
― Stephen King, On Writing
