When I was a boy I first learned how much better water tastes when it has set a while in a cedar bucket. Warmish-cool, with a faint taste like the hot July wind in cedar trees smells. It has to set at...
A hack writer who would not have been considered fourth rate in Europe."(on Mark Twain)
I believe that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound:...
Too much happens ... Man performs engenders so much more than he can or should have to bear. That's how he finds that he can bear anything.
A man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you'd think misfortune would get tired but then time is your misfortune
I suppose that people, using themselves and each other so much by words, are at least consistent in attributing wisdom to a still tongue...
If it could just be a hell beyond that: the clean flame the two of us more than dead. Then you will have only me then only me then the two of us amid the pointing and the horror beyond the clean flame...
It was only as he put his hand on the door that he became aware of complete silence beyond it, a silence which he at eighteen knew that it would take more than one person to make.
Menfolks listens to somebody because of what he says. Women don't. They don't care what he said. They listens because of what he is.
They killed us, but they ain't whooped us yet.
You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.
Yet even then the music has still a quality stern and implacable, deliberate and without passion so much as immolation, pleading, asking, for not love, not life, forbidding it to others, demanding in...
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.
So long as the deceit ran along quiet and monotonous, all of us let ourselves be deceived, abetting it unawares or maybe through cowardice...
Time is a fluid condition which has no existence except in the momentary avatars of individual people.
A man will talk about how he’d like to escape from living folks. but it’s the dead folks that do him the damage. It’s the dead ones that lay quiet in one place and don’t try to hold him, that he cant...
He turned the pages in steady progression, though now and then he would seem to linger upon one page, one line, perhaps one word. He would not look up then. He would not move, apparently arrested and...
I took out my watch and listened to it clicking away, not knowing it couldn't even lie
It does not take long. Soon the fine galloping language, the gutless swooning full of sapless trees and dehydrated lusts begins to swim smooth and swift and peaceful. It is better than praying without...
It is just dawn, daylight: that gray and lonely suspension filled with the peaceful and tentative waking of birds. The air, inbreathed, is like spring water. He breathes deep and slow, feeling with ea...
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