J. Aleksandr Wootton quotes:

The November evening had a bite; it nibbled not-quite-gently at her cheeks and ears. In Virginia the late autumn was a lover, still, but a dangerous one.

Grief is always sudden as winter, no matter how long the autumn.

Here march the eaters of earth, the swallowers of rain.

I have lain long here in your mind, longer than any nightmare has before me. I have sunk my roots into your worst imaginings and feasted on your memories. I know you, child.