After we became a couple, she composed our time together. She planned days as if they were artistic events. One afternoon we went to Tybee Island for a picnic; we ate blueberries and drank champagne tinted with curacao and listened to Miles Davis, and when I asked the name of her perfume, she said it was L'Heure Bleue.She talked about 'perfect moments.' One such moment happened that afternoon; she'd been napping; I lay next to her, reading. She said, 'I'll always remember the sounds of the sea and of pages turning, and the smell of L'Heure Bleue. For me they signify love.

I’ll affect you slowlyas if you were having a picnic in a dream. There will be no ants.It won’t rain.

Be there a picnic for the devil,an orgy for the satyr,and a wedding for the bride.

As a diabetic, I'm a walking picnic. I have to eat measured amounts of food at certain times.

As a kid, I was taught that if you opened the Bible in the middle you'd probably land on the book of Psalms. And near the middle is everyone's favorite, the 23rd, there is this line: 'You prepare a table before in the presence of my enemies.' I don't know how many times I've read or recited this Psalm without pondering what that line actually means, but here is my take on it. When things are a bit tense, when life is not going at its best, when the potential for disaster is just around the corner, when your enemies are all around you - and even staring you down! - that's when God lays out the red-checkered picnic cloth and says, 'Oooo, this is a nice place. Let's hang out here together for a while...Just you and me.

Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.

I’d eat a picnic in Hades with him.