There is nothing in the world more beautiful than the forest clothed to its very hollows in snow. It is the still ecstasy of nature, wherein every spray, every blade of grass, every spire of reed, every intricacy of twig, is clad with radiance.
A catless writer is almost inconceivable. It's a perverse taste, really, since it would be easier to write with a herd of buffalo in the room than even one cat; they make nests in the notes and bit the end of the pen and walk on the typewriter keys.
~ Barbara Holland ~
This was the perfect quote since I pulled out the school stuff, turned around, and when I turned back, there was Big Buddy, laying on it all.