“April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
April is the cruelest month, T.S. Eliot wrote, by which I think he meant (among other things) that springtime makes people crazy.… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
