And the day inevitably comes when the scrapbook of summer, smeared with ice cream slurps and sweat stains, gives way to that new clean white notebook, spine unbroken, begging to be smudged with the enthusiasm of a number two pencil and a mind open to the possibilities. - Toni Sorenson
L'artGreen arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth, Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes. - Ezra Pound