In quickness is truth. The more swiftly you write, the more honest you are. In hesitation is thought. In delay comes the effort for a style, instead of leaping upon truth which is the only style worth...
Life should be touched, not strangled.
Into the air, over the valleys, under the stars, above a river, a pond, a road, flew Cecy. Invisible as new spring winds, fresh as the breath of clover rising from twilight fields, she flew.
Love. Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write. The key word is love. You have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something to live for.
A book has got smell. A new book smells great. An old book smells even better. An old book smells like ancient Egypt.
You should've thought of that before becoming a fireman.Thought! he said. Was I given a choice? I was raised to think the best thing in the world to read. The best thing is television and radio and b...
We need our Arts to teach us how to breathe
They stood there, King of the Hill, Top of the Heap, Ruler of All They Surveyed, Unimpeachable Monarchs and Presidents, trying to understand what it meant to own a world and how big a world really was...
The black land slid by and he was going into the country among the hills. For the first time in a dozen years the stars were coming out above him, in great processions of wheeling fire. He saw a great...
Silence. A summer-night silence which lay for a thousand miles, which covered the earth like a white and shadowy sea.
Seemed to me a phone was an impersonal instrument. If it like it, it let your personality go through its wires. If it didn't to, it just drained your personality away until what slipped through at t...
I think the sun is a flower,That blooms for just one hour.
Dad, will they ever come back?No. And yes. Dad tucked away his harmonica. No not them. But yes, other people like them. Not in a carnival. God knows what shape they'll come in next. But sunrise, noon,...
Because her flesh knows heat, cold, affliction, I know fire, snow, and pain.
No man is as big as his own idea.
The best scientist is open to experience and begins with romance - the idea that anything is possible.
Винаги съм вярвала, че истинската любов е любов между два ума, макар че тялото понякога отказва да го признае.
When I was a boy my grandfather died, and he was a sculptor. He was also a very kind man who had a lot of love to give the world, and he helped clean up the slum in our town; and he made toys for us a...
What is there about fire that's so lovely? No matter what age we are, what draws us to it? Beatty blew out the flame and lit it again. It's perpetual motion; the thing man wanted to invent but never d...
Trains and boxcars and the smell of coal and fire are not ugly to children. Ugliness is a concept that we happen on later and become self-conscious about.