“The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and…”— Dan Simmons, amazon.com
“He's one of those men who reach such an acute limited excellence at twenty-one that everything afterward savors of anticlimax.”— F. Scott Fitzgerald, amazon.com