I have actually found my niche in life, which is fighting with the school board.
– Shirley Jackson, May 1 1957

the cowslip is in blossom.. these bright yellow *suns* of the meadow in rich clusters, their flowers contrasting with the green leaves, from amidst the all-producing dark-bottomed water. A flower-fire bursting up as if through crevices in the meadow.
– Thoreau, April 29 1852

Loved working on these brilliant piano pieces by Will Eaves - do check them out!

The summer is really here.. and choruses of nightingales. You almost expect to see them tripping and kicking their legs along some bare bough, like a dancing chorus. How ever anybody managed to hear those birds *sad* beats me more than ever.
– DH Lawrence, April 28 1927

Tedium vitae.
– David Gascoyne, April 27 1947

People are the only interesting things there are in the world, but one has to come to the desert to find it out, and until you are in the desert, you never know how un-interesting you are yourself.
– Willa Cather, April 26 1912

Had a Swedish cutting today with “Philip L. – ingen arg ung man” under my picture. Sounds funny. Cheeky devil.
– Philip Larkin, April 25 1964

Help us to raise funds to record a CD of a bunch of brilliant new settings of Dylan Thomas poems by contemporary composers! We need £2,000, and we're just halfway there as I type this. A £20+ donation gets you a CD too! Details and a sample song below -

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Today is as nice as can be imagined, and I believe that even in my own garden, which I must really examine soon, there may be a flower or two.
– M. R. James, April 23 1917

Unhappily I *must* go to Rome, and Rome is infernal. But I shall make short work of it. My nostalgia for Lamb House is already such as to make me capable de tout. *Never* again will I leave it.
– Henry James, April 22 1899

A lovely, hot day, 70 in the shade. The hedges are rushing out, but the trees are still black – a queer effect of winter trees on a really summer’s day.
– Vita Sackville-West, April 21 1924

The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening.
– Wallace Stevens, April 20 1904

All my children are here for the holidays – merry, affectionate, madly boring – except Harriet who has such an aversion to me that she screams when she catches sight of me a hundred yards away.
– Evelyn Waugh, April 18 1946