  Here are some passages of script that I say over to myself in these times that try the soul (okay!
sorry - no Anne of Green Gables quotes ... although they do have their uses - evil laughter) Philosophers have argued for centuries about how many angels can dance on the head of a pin, but materialists have known all along that it depends on whether they are jitterbugging or dancing cheek to cheek.
Tom Robbins from Jitterbug Perfume This one is a doozy - go Margaret Mahy Whatever she named she saw, what she saw she struggled to name, not one ocean, but all oceans, deserts of ice, coloured only with sunrise, sunset and the shifting lights of the aurora, sand sifting to the very boundary of sight.
Somewhere in the flesh of the earth, the dreadful earthquake shuddered, the tide walked to and fro on the leash of the moon, rainbows formed, winds swept the sky like giant brooms piling up clouds before them, clouds which writhed into different shapes, melted into rain or darkened, bruised themselves against an unseen antagonist and went on their way, laced with forking rivers of lightning, complete with white electric tributaries ... Sorensen's gift to Laura from The Changeover 
