“I really like you, Midori. A lot.”
“How much is a lot?”
“Like a spring bear,” I said.
“A spring bear?” Midori looked up again. “What’s that all about? A spring bear.”
“You’re walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring, and this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and shiny little eyes comes walking along. And he says to you, “Hi, there, little lady. Want to tumble with me?’ So you and the bear cub spend the whole day in each other’s arms, tumbling down this clover-covered hill. Nice, huh?”
“Yeah. Really nice.”
“That’s how much I like you.”
Murakami, H. (1987 ) Norwegian Wood
“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?"
"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to."
"I don't much care where -"
"Then it doesn't matter which way you go.”
Carroll, L. (1865) Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
"Harry, I've left a letter telling your aunt and uncle not to worry -"
"They won't," said Harry.
"That you're safe -"
"That'll just depress them."
" - and you'll see them next summer."
"Do I have to?"
Rowling, J. K. (2003) Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Summer was our best season:
it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots,
or trying to sleep in the treehouse;
summer was everything good to eat;
it was a thousand colours in a parched landscape;
but most of all, summer was Dill.
Lee, H. (1960) To Kill A Mockingbird
Wisdom speaks with a silent tongue.
Skelton, M. (2006) Endymion Spring
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
Steinbeck, J. (1962) Travels with Charley: In Search of America
Beginnings are sudden, but also insidious.
They creep up on you sideways, they keep to the shadows, they lurk unrecognized.
Then, later, they spring.
Atwood, M. (2000) The Blind Assassin
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
If you wake up in the morning, it is a good day.
Morris, H. (2018) The Tattooist of Auschwitz
It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.
Tolkien, J. R. R. (1955) The Lord of the Rings
“Fred, you next," the plump woman said.
"I'm not Fred, I'm George," said the boy.
"Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?"
"Sorry, George, dear."
"Only joking, I am Fred," said the boy and off he went.
Rowling, J.K. (1997) Harry Potter and The Sorcerer’s Stone