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The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn. Longfellow liked the month of September. Shelley flourished in the hot months. Some poets, like Wordsworth, have gone outdoors to work. Others, like Auden, keep to the curtained room. Schiller needed the smell of rotten apples about him to make a poem. Tennyson and Walter de la Mare had to smoke. Auden drinks lots of tea, Spender coffee; Hart Crane drank alcohol. Pope, Byron, and William Morris were creative late at night. And so it goes.

The apple was meant to take away the bitter taste, perhaps,_ he said.__ imagine that Mr. Turing wasn__ exactly looking for a taste experience,_ said Corell.__an always tries to limit his suffering.

Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree

I think the world__ a better place because Bill realized that his goal isn__ to be the richest guy in the cemetery, right?

Healthy curiosity is a great key in innovation.

The real ugliness lies in the relationship between people who produce the technology and the things they produce, which results in a similar relationship between the people who use the technology and the things they use.

Entrepreneur, take a bite out of Apple's innovation so in turn you can bear fruits of creativity.

Think different does not mean to think out of the box. It means to question what the significance of a box is?

Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched__y genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever._ (p.33)

Go on, my dear," urges the snake. "Take one. Hear it? 'Pluck me,' it's saying. That big, shiny red one. 'Pluck me, pluck me now and pluck me hard.' You know you want to.", clever girl, "expressly forbids us to eat the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge."?"Eve folds her arms schoolgirlishly. "God expressly forbade it. Adam said."The snake grins through his fangs, admiring Eve's playacting. "God is a nice enough chap in His way. I daresay He means well. But between you and The Tree of Knowledge, He is terribly insecure.""Insecure? He made the entire bloody universe! He's omnipotent.""Exactly! Almost neurotic, isn't it? All this worshiping, morning, noon, and night. It's 'Oh Praise Him, Oh Praise Him, Oh Praise the Everlassssting Lord.' I don't call that omnipotent. I call it pathetic. Most independent authorities agree that God has never sufficiently credited the work of virtual particles in the creation of the universssse. He raises you and Adam on this diet of myths while all the really interesting information is locked up in these juicy apples. Seven days? Give me a break.

Women are seen as imperfect or unclean, because of a myth of a tempting apple, because they bleed monthly, because they lack equivalent upper body strength.

Walter Issacson biographer of Steve Jobs:I remember sitting in his backyard in his garden, one day, and he started talking about God. He [Jobs] said, _ Sometimes I believe in God, sometimes I don__. I think it__ 50/50, maybe. But ever since I__e had cancer, I__e been thinking about it more, and I find myself believing a bit more, maybe it__ because I want to believe in an afterlife, that when you die, it doesn__ just all disappear. The wisdom you__e accumulated, somehow it lives on.__hen he paused for a second and said, __ea, but sometimes, I think it__ just like an On-Off switch. Click. And you__e gone._ And then he paused again and said, _ And that__ why I don__ like putting On-Off switches on Apple devices.__oy to the WORLD! There IS an after-life!

Christ is the core of my child's curriculum.

But_" yelped Twizbang, __reydor will eat us!

You won't find the tales I bear in any books . . . My tales are from the Moon Realm._ __bb Autumn

Odd names: Winter, Autumn__hey almost sound as if someone just made them up._ __ubb

Some people are just sad when there aren't talking squirrels._ __ily Winter

Tavin cupped his hands to his mouth. __ere, dragon-dragon-dragon!_ he yelled.Lily stared in amazement. Well, that was bold, she thought, and stupid.