Her hair is shiny and gleaming as a stallion`s mane, her eyes big and brown as chocolate jawbreakers, her tiny mouth a rosebud of surprise. Packed into her five-foot, four-inch doll`s frame is an intriguing mixture of purloined innocence, succulent sexuality, and guerrilla warfare. Rex Reed, Valentines and Vitriol, p. 258, 1977.
- Geneviève BujoldLeisure is a form of silence, not noiselessness. It is the silence of contemplation such as occurs when we let our minds rest on a rosebud, a child at play, a Divine mystery, or a waterfall.
- Fulton J. Sheen