And if there are no cars or planes, and if no one’s Uncle John is out in the wood lot west of… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
Autumn, in his leafless bowers, is waiting for the winter's snow. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
“I, who am perpetually making notes in the margin of my mind for some final statement, make this mark, waiting for some… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
My father was often impatient during March, waiting for winter to end, the cold to ease, the sun to reappear. March was… — Tracy Chevalier Copy Share Image
