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1 " Somehow, some way, every person in the arts has to find an accommodation with disappointment and embarrassment. They are the pollen in the air we breathe. "
― Joan Rivers , Enter Talking
2 " So Janie waited a bloom time, and a green time and an orange time. But when the pollen again gilded the sun and sifted down on the world she began to stand around the gate and expect things. What things? She didn't know exactly. Her breath was gusty and short. She knew things that nobody had ever told her. For instance, the words of the trees and the wind. She often spoke to falling seeds and said, 'Ah hope you fall on soft ground,' because she had heard seeds saying that to each other as they passed. She knew the world was a stallion rolling in the blue pasture of ether. She knew that God tore down the old world every evening and built a new one by sun-up. It was wonderful to see it take form with the sun and emerge from the gray dust of its making. The familiar people and things had failed her so she hung over the gate and looked up the road towards way off. She knew now that marriage did not make love. Janie's first dream was dead, so she became a woman. "
― Zora Neale Hurston , Their Eyes Were Watching God
3 " Love is the bee that carries the pollen from one heart to another. "
― Slash Coleman , The Bohemian Love Diaries: A Memoir
4 " Running in the wind, in the pollen and dust, a flower in flight "
― Vladimir Nabokov , Lolita
