"But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosion of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like honey - pick the snow?"
"That's what time does: We stand stubbornly like rocks while it flows all around us, believing that we are immutable - and all the time we're being carved, and shaped, and whittled away."
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Source: Lauren Oliver (2016). “Delirium Stories: Hana, Annabel, Raven and Alex”, p.88, Hachette UK
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