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Once you have swung a pickax that will reveal the curve of a street four thousand years covered over which was once an active, much-traveled highway, you are never quite the same again.
Thornton WilderBetter than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup.
Wendell BerryWeeding the peony hedge I hear the windfalls in the orchard; hear them strike the ground, hear them strike against branches as they fall to the ground. The immemorial smell of apples, old as the sea. Mary makes jelly. Up from the kitchen, up the stairs and into all the rooms comes the smell of apples.
John CheeverThe role of art is to make a world which can be inhabited.
William SaroyanSpeaking, when you have something to say, is like looking. But who looks? If people could see properly, and see whole, they would all be painters. And it's because people have no idea how to look that they hardly ever understand.
Pierre BonnardAcross the moment, aeons speak with aeons.
More than we experienced has gone by.
You can date the evolving life of a mind, like the age of a tree, by the rings of friendship formed by the expanding central trunk.
Mary McCarthyYou say grace before meals. All right. But I say grace before the concert and the opera, and grace before the play and pantomime, and grace before I open a book, and grace before sketching, painting, swimming, fencing, boxing, walking, playing, dancing and grace before I dip the pen in the ink.
G.K. ChestertonWolves cull themselves, man. What other creature could? And is the race of man not more predacious yet?
Cormac McCarthyAnd the Hippos were boiled in their tanks!
Jack KerouacTags: poetry
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