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• I like winter. I like the cold. I like the sound of flowers dying.
• I GUESS I'LL NEVER FORGET HER. And maybe I don't want to.
  Her spirit was wild, like a wild monkey. Her beauty was like a beautiful horse being ridden by a wild monkey....
• Flowers are like the pleasures of the world. -- William Shakespeare
• The birds are singing, the flowers are budding, and it is time for Miss Manners to tell young lovers to stop necking in public.
  It's not that Miss Manners is immune to romance. Miss Manners has been known to squeeze a gentleman's arm while being helped over a curb, and, in her wild youth, even to press a dainty slipper against a foot or two under the dinner table....
• What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on 't?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• May your daughters be like the flowers in the field -- wither away and fade.