I do not know if this blog will be more Easter eggish or more cubist.
I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer -- its dust and lowering skies. It remains for me a season of storms. The parched days and sticky nights are undistinguished in my mind, but the storms, the violent sudden storms, both frightened and quenched me.
- Toni Morrison, from The Bluest Eye