“ I might walk vast expansesof earth and always be beginningand I love beginningor could learnto love it. S. Jane Sloat
“ For a moment the radio wavered between stationsand I was so busymaking myself marvelous. S. Jane Sloat
“ God have pity on the smell of gasolinewhich finds its way like an armthrough a car window,more human than kerosene,more unctuous, more manly. S. Jane Sloat
