Listen, can you hear it? Spring's sweet cantata. The strains of grass pushing through the snow. The song of buds swelling on the vine. The tender timpani of a baby robin's heart. Spring.

It's just human. We all have the jungle inside of us. We all have wants and needs and desires, strange as they may seem. If you stop to think about it, we're all pretty creative, cooking up all these fantasies. it's like a kind of poetry.

—Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider

You bluffed me! I don't like it when people bluff me. It makes me question my perception of reality.

—Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider

Trees like to have kids climb on them, but trees are much bigger than we are, and much more forgiving.

—Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider

Sometimes the mind, for reasons we don't necessarily understand, just decides to go to the store for a quart of milk.

—Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider

Well, spring sprang. We've had our state of grace and our little gift of sanctioned madness, courtesy of Mother Nature. Thanks, Gaia. Much obliged. I guess it's time to get back to that daily routine of living we like to call normal.

—David Assael

If there comes a little thaw,

Still the air is chill and raw,

Here and there a patch of snow,

Dirtier than the ground below,

Dribbles down a marshy flood;

Ankle-deep you stick in mud In the meadows while you sing,

"This is Spring.

—Christopher Pearce Cranch

[Spring is] when life's alive in everything.

—Christina Rossetti

The year hastens to its close. What is it to me? That I am twenty-five or fifty-eight is as nothing. Should I mourn that the spring flowers are gone, that the summer fruit has ripened, that the harvest is reaped, that the snow has fallen?

—Ralph Waldo Emerson

Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.

—Walter Scott