Posts Tagged Spring Summer Fall Winter . . . Spring
“It’s not anything like that. You make it sound ridiculous. And you who ought to know Grandpa Kleinman. There are things you can do: Write Congress. Inform yourself. Give to charity. Tzedaka—sharing of yourself. It’s a venerable tradition.”
—Carry Me Across the Water by Ethan Canin
Sometimes we have to let go of things we like.
—Spring Summer Fall Winter . . . Spring
A June day required so much of a person. Enthusiasm, cheer. She didn’t doubt that seasonal affective disorder was real, but wasn’t it also possible to suffer from a surfeit of sun?
—I’d Know You Anywhere by Laura Lipmman